RAYNULPH
What Raynulph monk of Chester can
Raise from his [Polychronicon],
That raises him as works do men
To see light so long parted with again,
That best may please this round, fair ring
With sparkling judgments [circled] in
[I] shall produce; if all my powers
Can win the grace of two poor hours,
Well a-paid I go to rest.
Ancient stories have been best.
Fashions that are now call'd new
Have been worn by more than you;
Elder times have us'd the same,
Though these new ones get the name:
So in story what's now told
That takes not part with days of old?
Then to prove time's mutual glory
Join new time's love to old time's story.

VORTIGER
Will that wide-throated beast, the multitude,
Never lin bellowing? Courtiers are ill-advis'd
When they first make such monsters.
How near was I to a sceptre and a crown!
Fair power was e'en upon me; my desires
Were tasting glory till this forked rabble
With their infectious acclamations
Poisoned my fortune. They will here have none
As long as Constantine's three sons survive,
As if vassals knew not how to obey
But in that line, like their professions
That all their lifetime hammer out one way,
Beaten into their pates with seven years' bondage.
Well, though I rise not king, I'll seek the means
To grow as close to one as policy can,
And choke their expectations.

Enter Devonshire, Stafford.

Now, [good] lords,
In whose [kind] loves and wishes I am built
As high as human dignity can aspire,
Are yet those trunks that have no other souls
But noise and ignorance something more quiet?

DEVONSHIRE
Nor are they like to be for ought we gather.
Their wills are up still: nothing will appease 'em;
Good speeches are but cast away upon 'em.

[MONKS]
Boast not of high birth or blood;
To be great is to be good.
Holy and religious things,
Those are vestures fit for kings;
By how much man in fame shines clearer,
He to heaven should draw the nearer,
He deserving best of praises
Whom virtue raises.
It is not state, it is not birth;
The way to heaven is grace on earth.
Sing to the temple him so holy
Sin may blush to think on folly.

VORTIGER
Vessels of sanctity, be pleas'd a while
To give attention to the public peace,
Wherein heaven is serv'd too, though not so purely:
Constantius, eldest son of Constantine,
We here seize on thee for the general good,
And in thy right of birth.

CONSTANTIUS
On me! For what, lords?

VORTIGER
The kingdom's government.

CONSTANTIUS
Oh, powers of blessedness!
Keep me from [growing] downwards into earth again;
I hope I am further on my way than so.
[To Monks] Set forward.

VORTIGER
You must not.

CONSTANTIUS
How!

VORTIGER
I know your wisdom
Will light upon a way to pardon us
When you shall read in every Briton's brow
The urg'd necessity of the times.

CONSTANTIUS
What necessity
Can be i' th' world but prayer and repentance?
And that business I am about.

VORTIGER
Hark, afar off still!
We lose [and] hazard much. Holy Germanus
And reverend Lupus, with all expedition
Set the crown on him.

CONSTANTIUS
No such mark of fortune
Comes near my head.

VORTIGER
My lord, we are forc'd to rule you.

CONSTANTIUS
Dare you receive heaven's light in at your eyelids
And offer violence to religion? Take heed,
The very beam let in to comfort you
May be the fire to burn you; on these knees,
Hardened with zealous prayers, I entreat you
Bring not my cares into the world again.
Think with how much unwillingness and anguish
A glorified soul parted from the body
Would to that loathsome [gaol] return again;
With such great pain a well subdued affection
Reenters worldly business.

VORTIGER
Good my lord,
I know you cannot lodge so many virtues,
But patience must be one. As low as earth
We beg the freeness of your own consent,
Which else must be constrain'd, and time it were
Either agreed or forc'd. Speak, good my lord,
For you bind up more sin in this delay
Than thousand prayers can absolve again.

CONSTANTIUS
Were 't but my death, you should not kneel so long for't.

VORTIGER
'Twill be the death of millions if you rise not,
And that betimes too. Lend your helps, my lords,
For fear all come too late.

CONSTANTIUS
This is a cruelty
That peaceful man did never suffer yet,
To make me die again that was once dead,
And begin all that ended long before.
Hold, Lupus and Germanus, you are lights
Of holiness and religion. Can you offer
The thing that is not lawful? Stand not I
Clear from all temporal charge by my profession?

GERMANUS
Not when a time so violent calls upon you.
Who's born a prince is born [for]general peace,
Not his [own] only; heaven will look for him
In others' business and require him there.
What is in you religious must be shown
In saving many more souls than your own.

CONSTANTIUS
Did not great Constantine, our noble father,
Deem me unfit for government and rule,
And therefore [pressed] me into this profession,
Which I have held strict and love it above glory?
Nor is there want in me; yourselves can witness
Heaven has provided largely for your peace
And bless'd you with the lives of my two brothers:
Fix your obedience there, leave me a servant.

CONSTANTIUS
I feel want
And extreme poverty of joy within me:
The peace I had is parted 'mongst rude men;
To keep them quiet I have lost it all.
What can the kingdom gain by my undoing?
That riches is not bless'd, though it be mighty,
That's purchas'd with the spoil of any man,
Nor can the peace so filch'd ever thrive with 'em;
And if't be worthily held sacrilege
To rob a temple, 'tis no less offence
To ravish meditations from a soul,
The consecrated altar in a man,
And all their hopes will be beguil'd in me.
I know no more the way to temporal rule
Than he that's born and has his year[s] to him
In a rough desert; well may the weight kill me,
And that's the fairest good I look for from't.

VORTIGER
Not so, great king: here stoops a faithful servant
Would sooner perish under it with cheerfulness
Than your meek soul should feel oppression
Of ruder cares; such common, coarse employments
Cast upon me your subject, upon Vortiger.
I see you are not made for noise and pains,
Clamours of suitors, injuries and redresses,
Millions of rising actions with the sun,
Like laws still ending and yet never done,
Of power to turn a great man to the state
Of his insensible monument with o'erwatching.
To be oppress'd is not required of you, my lord,
But only to be king: the broken sleeps
Let me take from you, sir; the toils and troubles,
All that is burthensome in authority,
Please you lay't on me, and what is glorious
Receive it to your own brightness.

CONSTANTIUS
Worthy Vortiger,
If 'twere not sin to grieve another's patience
With what we cannot tolerate ourselves,
How happy were I in thee and thy charity.
There's nothing makes man feel his miseries
But knowledge only: reason, that is plac'd
For man's director, is his chief afflicter,
For though I cannot bear the weight myself,
I cannot have that barrenness of remorse
To see another groan under my burthen.

VORTIGER
[Aside] I'm quite blown up a conscionable way;
There's even a trick of murdering in some pity.
The death of all my hopes I see already:
There was no other likelihood, for religion
Was never friend of mine yet.

CONSTANTIUS
[To Monks] Holy partners
In strictest abstinence, fastings and vigils,
Cruel necessity has forc'd me from you.
We part I fear forever, but in mind
I will be always here; here let me stay.

DEVONSHIRE
My lord, you know the times.

CONSTANTIUS
Farewell, bless'd souls, I fear I much offend;
He that draws tears from you takes your best friend.

Flourish. [Exeunt all but Vortiger.]

VORTIGER
Can this great motion of ambition stand
Like wheels false wrought by an unskillful hand?
Then, time, stand thou too; let no hopes arrive
At their sweet wishfulness till mine set forward.
Would I could stay this [existence] as I can
Thy glassy counterfeit in hours of sand!
I'd keep thee turn'd down till my wishes rose,
Then we'd both rise together.
What several inclinations are in nature!
How much is he disquieted, and wears royalty
Disdainfully upon him like a curse.
Calls a fair crown the weight of his afflictions,
When here's a soul would sing under the burthen!
Yet well recovered: I will seek all ways
To vex authority from him; I will weary him
As low as the condition of a hound
Before I give him over, and in all
Study what most may discontent his blood,
Making my mask my zeal to th' public good.
Not possible a richer policy
Can have conception in the thought of man.

VORTIGER
So it should seem by your enclosures;
What's your affairs with me?

FIRST GRAZIER
We are your petitioners, my lord.

VORTIGER
What? Depart!
Petitioners to me! Y'have well deserv'd
My grace and friendship, have you not a ruler
After your own election? Hie to court,
Get near and close, be loud and bold enough,
You cannot choose but speed.

Music. Dumb show: Fortune is discovered upon an altar, in
her hand a golden round full of lots. Enter Hengist and Horsus
with others; they draw lots and hang them up with joy: so all
depart saving Hengist and Horsus, who kneel and embrace each other
as partners in one fortune. To them enter Roxena, seeming to
take her leave of Hengist her father, but especially privately
and warily of Horsus her lover; she departs weeping, and Hengist
and Horsus go to the door and bring in their soldiers with drum
and colours, and so march forth.

RAYNULPH
When Germany was overgrown
With sons of peace too thickly sown,
Several guides were chosen then
By destin'd lots to lead out men,
And they whom Fortune here withstands
Must prove their fates in other lands.
On these two captains fell that lot;
But that which must not be forgot,
Was Roxena's cunning grief,
Who from the father like a thief,
Hid her best and truest tears
Which her lustful lover wears,
In many a stol'n and wary kiss
Unseen of father: that maids will do this
Yet highly scorn to be call'd strumpets too,
But what they lack on't I'll be [judg'd] by you.

VORTIGER
I know't.
[Aside] I felt it but too late in the [general] sum
Of your rank brotherhood, which now I'll thank you for.
While this vexation is in play, I'll study
To raise a second, then a third to that,
One still to back another. I'll make quietness
As dear and precious to him as night's rest
To a man in suits in law: he shall be glad
To yield up power; if not, it shall be had.

Exit.

BUTTONMONGER
Hark! I protest my heart was coming upward, I thought the door
had open'd.

BUTTONMONGER
Yes, truly, if there be no light in the room I shall throb presently.
The first time it took me my wife was i' th' company; I remember
the room was not half so light as this, but I'll be sworn I was
a whole hour a-finding on her.

BUTTONMONGER
Still I felt men, but I could feel no women; I thought they had
been all sunk. I have made a vow for't, I'll never have a meeting
by candlelight again.

[FIRST] GRAZIER
Yes, sir, in lanthorns.

BUTTONMONGER
Yes, sir, in lanthorns, but I'll never trust a naked candle again,
take 't on my word.

Enter Constantius and two Gentlemen.

[FIRST] GRAZIER
Hark there, stand close! It opens now indeed.

BUTTONMONGER
Oh, majesty, what art thou! I'd give any man half my suit to
deliver my petition now; 'tis in the behalf of button-makers,
and so it seems by my flesh.

CONSTANTIUS
[To the Gentlemen] Pray do not follow me, unless you do't
To wonder at my garments; there's no cause
I give you why you should. 'Tis shame enough
Methinks for me to look upon myself;
It grieves me that more should: the other weeds
Became me better, but the lords are pleas'd
To force me to wear these; I would not else.
I pray be satisfied, I call'd you not.
Wonder of madness, can you stand so idle
And know [that] you must die?

FIRST GENTLEMAN
We are all commanded, sir;
Besides it is our duty to your grace
To give attendance.

CONSTANTIUS
What a wild thing's this!
We marvel though you tremble at death's name
When you'll not see the cause why you are [cowards].
All our attendances are far too little
On our own selves, yet you'll give me attendance
Who looks to you the whilst, and so you vanish
Strangely and fearfully. For charity's sake,
Make not my presence guilty of your sloth;
Withdraw, young men, and find you honest business.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
[Aside to First Gentleman] What hopes have we to rise by
following him?
I'll give him over shortly.

FIRST GENTLEMAN
[Aside to Second Gentleman] He's too nice,
Too holy for young gentlemen to follow
That have good faces and sweet running fortunes.

Exeunt Gentlemen.

CONSTANTIUS
Eight hours a day in serious contemplation
Is but a bare allowance, no higher food
To th' soul than bread and water to the body,
And that's but needful then: more would do better.

FIRST GRAZIER
Let's all kneel together; ['twill] move pity:
I have been at begging a hundred suits.

[The petitioners kneel.]

CONSTANTIUS
How happy am I in the sight of you!
Here are religious souls that lose no time.
With what devotion do they kneel to heaven
And seem to check me that am so remiss!
I bring my zeal amongst you, holy men;
[If I see any kneel and I sit out,]
That hour is not well serv'd, methinks. Strict souls,
You have been of some order in your times?

[FIRST] GRAZIER
Graziers and braziers some, and this a fellmonger.

BRAZIER
Here's my petition.

BUTTONMONGER
Mine, an't like your grace.

[FIRST] GRAZIER
Look upon mine, I am the longest suitor:
I was undone seven years ago, my lord.

CONSTANTIUS
I have mock'd my good hopes. Call you these petitions?
Why, there's no form of prayer among 'em all!

BUTTONMONGER
Yes, i' th' [bottom] there's [some] half a line
Prays for your majesty if you look on mine.

CONSTANTIUS
Make your request to heaven, not to me.

BUTTONMONGER
'Las, mine's a supplication for brass buttons, sir.

FELLMONGER
There's a great enormity in wool, I beseech your grace consider
't.

CONSTANTIUS
Oh, this is one of my afflictions
That with the crown enclos'd me! I must bear it.

[FIRST] GRAZIER
Your grace's answer to my supplication!

BRAZIER
To mine, my lord!

CONSTANTIUS
No violent storm lasts ever,
That's all the comfort on't.

FELLMONGER
Your highness' answer!

[FIRST] GRAZIER
We are almost half undone, the country beggar'd!

BRAZIER
See, see, he points to heaven, as who should say
There's enough there; but 'tis a great way thither.
There's no good to be done here, I see that; we may all spend
our mouths like a company of hounds in the chase of a royal deer,
and go home and fall to cold mutton bones, when we have done.

BUTTONMONGER
My wife will hang me; that's my destiny.

Exeunt [all but Constantius].

CONSTANTIUS
Thanks, heaven, 'tis over; we should never know rightly
The sweetness of a calm but for a tempest.
Here's a [wish'd] hour for contemplation now,
All still and silent; this is a true kingdom.

Enter Vortiger.

VORTIGER
My lord.

CONSTANTIUS
Again?

VORTIGER
Alas, this is but early
And gentle to the troops of businesses
That flock about authority, my lord.
You must forthwith settle your mind to marry.

CONSTANTIUS
To marry!

VORTIGER
Suddenly there's no pause given;
The peoples' wills are violent,
And covetous of succession from your loins.

CONSTANTIUS
From me there can come none: a profess'd abstinence
Hath set a virgin [seal] upon my blood
And alter'd all the course; the heat I have
Is all enclos'd within a zeal to [virtue],
And that's not fit for earthly propagation.
Alas, I shall but forfeit all their hopes;
I'm a man made without desires, tell 'em.

VORTIGER
This gives no satisfaction to their wills, my lord:
I prov'd them with such words, but all were fruitless;
Their sturdy voices blew 'em into clouds.
A virgin of the highest subject's blood
They have pick'd out for your embrace, and send her
Bless'd with their general wishes into fruitfulness.

Enter Castiza.

See where she comes, my lord.

CONSTANTIUS
[Moving aside] [I] never felt
Unhappy hand of misery till this touch;
A patience I could find for all but this.

CASTIZA
But say he should affect me, sir,
How should I 'scape him then? I have but one faith, my lord,
And that you have already; our late contract's
A divine witness to't.

VORTIGER
Leave it to me still;
I am not without shifting rooms and helps
For all my projects [I] commit with you.

Exit Vortiger.

CASTIZA
[Aside] 'Tis an ungodly way to come to honour;
I do not like 't; I love Lord Vortiger,
But not these practices; th'are too uncharitable.

CONSTANTIUS
Are you a virgin?

CASTIZA
Never yet, my lord,
Known to the will of man.

CONSTANTIUS
Oh, blessed creature!
And does too much felicity make you surfeit?
Are you in soul assured there is a state
Prepared for you, for you, a glorious one,
In midst of heaven, now in the state you stand?
And had you rather, after much known misery,
Cares and hard labours, mingled with a curse,
Throng but to th' door and hardly get a place there?
Think, has the world a folly like this madness?
Keep still that holy and immaculate fire,
You chaste lamp of eternity; 'tis a treasure
Too precious for death's moment to partake,
This twinkling of short life. Disdain as much
To let mortality know you as stars
To kiss the pavements; y'have a substance
As excellent as theirs, holding your pureness:
They look upon corruption, as you do,
But are stars still; be you a virgin too.

CASTIZA
I'll never marry, what though my troth be engag'd
To Vortiger. Forsaking all the world
I save it well and do my faith no wrong.
Y'have mightily prevail'd, great virtuous lord;
I'm bound eternally to praise your goodness.

Enter Vortiger and [First] Gentleman.

I carry thoughts away as pure from man
As ever made a virgin's name immortal.

CONSTANTIUS
I will do that for joy I never did
Nor ever will again.

[He kisses her.] Exit Castiza.

[FIRST] GENTLEMAN
My lord, he's taken.

VORTIGER
I'm sorry for't; I like not that so well:
They're somewhat too familiar for their time methinks;
This way of kissing is no course to vex him.
Why, I that have a weaker faith and patience
Could endure more than that coming from woman.
Dispatch and bring his answer speedily.

Exit Vortiger.

[FIRST] GENTLEMAN
My lord, my gracious lord.

CONSTANTIUS
Beshrew thy heart.

[FIRST] GENTLEMAN
They all attend your grace.

CONSTANTIUS
I would not have 'em;
'Twould please me better and they'ld all depart
And leave the court to me, or put me out
And take it to theirselves.

CONSTANTIUS
Sure 'tis forgetfulness and not man's will
That leads him forth into licentious ways;
He cannot certainly commit such errors
And think upon 'em truly as they are acting.
Why's abstinence ordain'd but for such seasons?

Enter Vortiger, Devonshire and Stafford.

VORTIGER
My lord, y'have pleas'd to put us to much pains,
But we confess 'tis portion of our duties.
Will your grace please to walk? Dinner stays for you.

CONSTANTIUS
I have answer'd that already.

VORTIGER
But, my lord,
We must not so yield to you, pardon me:
'Tis for the general good; you must be rul'd, sir.
Your health and life is dearer to us now;
Think where you are, at court: this is no monastery.

CONSTANTIUS
But, sir, my conscience keeps still where it was;
I may not eat this day.

VORTIGER
We have sworn you shall,
And plentifully too; we must preserve you, sir,
Though you'll be wilful: 'tis no slight condition
To be a king.

CONSTANTIUS
Would I were less than man.

VORTIGER
What, will you make the people rise, my lord,
In great despair of your continuance
If you neglect the means that must sustain you?

CASTIZA
'Tis most true, my lord,
And I'm better bless'd in't than I look'd for,
In that I am confin'd in faith so strictly:
I'm bound, my lord, to marry none but you;
You'll grant me that, and you I'll never marry.

VORTIGER
It draws into me violence and hazard!
I saw you kiss the king.

CASTIZA
I grant you so, sir.
Where could I take my leave of the world better?
I wrong'd not you in that; you will acknowledge
A king is the best part on't.

VORTIGER
Oh, my passion!

CASTIZA
I see you somewhat yielding to infirmity, sir;
I take my leave.

VORTIGER
Why, 'tis not possible!

CASTIZA
The fault is in your faith; time I was gone
To give it better strengthening.

VORTIGER
Hark you, lady.

CASTIZA
Send your intent to the next monastery;
There you shall find my answer ever after.
And so with my last duty to your lordship,
For whose perfections I will pray as heartily
As for mine own.

[Bows and] exit.

VORTIGER
How am I serv'd in this!
I offer a vexation to the king;
He sends it home into my blood with vantage.
I'll put off time no longer. I have wrought him
Into most men's neglect, calling his zeal
A deep pride hallowed over, love of ease
More than devotion or the public benefit,
Which catches many men's beliefs. I am stronger too
In peoples' wishes; their affections point to me.
I lose much time and glory; that redeem'd,
She that now flies returns with joy and wonder:
Greatness and woman's wish never keep asunder.

Hoboys. Dumb show. Enter two villains, to them Vortiger seeming
to solicit them, gives them gold, then swears them. Exit Vortiger.
Enter to them Constantius in private meditation; they rudely
come to him, strike down his book and draw their swords upon him.
He fairly spreads his arms and yields to their furies, at which
they seem to be overcome with pity, but looking on the gold kill
him as he turns his back and hurry away his body. Enter Vortiger,
Devonshire, Stafford in private conference; to them enter the
murderers presenting the head to Vortiger. He seems to express
much sorrow, and before the astonished lords makes officers lay
hold on 'em, who offering to come towards Vortiger are commanded
to be hurried away as to execution. Then the lords, all seeming
respect, crown Vortiger; then bring in Castiza, who seems to be
brought in unwillingly [by] Devonshire and Stafford who crown
her and then give her to Vortiger, she going forth with him with
a kind of constrain'd consent. Then enter Aurelius and Uther
the two brothers who much astonished seem to fly for their safety.

RAYNULPH
When nothing could prevail to tire
The good king's patience, death had hire
In wicked strengths to take his life,
In whom awhile there fell a strife
[Of] pity and fury, but the gold
Made pity faint and fury bold.
Then to Vortiger they bring
The head of that religious king,
Who, feigning grief, to clear his guilt
Makes the [slaughterers'] blood be spilt.
Then crown they him and force the maid,
That vow'd a virgin life, to wed.
Such a strength great power extends:
It conquers fathers, kin and friends.
And since fate's pleas'd to change her life,
She proves as holy in a wife.
More to tell were to betray
What deeds in their own tongues must say;
Only this, the good king dead,
The brothers poor in safety fled.

VORTIGER
I fear thy news will fetch a curse,
It comes with such a violence.

GENTLEMAN
The people are up in arms against you!

VORTIGER
Oh, this dream of glory! I could wish
A sting unto thee; there's no such felt in hell
The fellow but to mine I feel now.
Sweet power, before I can have [time] to taste thee
Must I forever lose thee? What's the impostume
That swells 'em now?

GENTLEMAN
The murder of Constantius.

Exit Gentleman.

VORTIGER
Ulcers of realms! They hated him alive,
Grew weary of the minute of his reign
Compared with some kings' time, and poisoned him
Often before he died in their black wishes,
Call'd him an evil of their own electing.
And is their ignorant zeal so fiery now
When all [their] thanks are cold? The mutable hearts
That move in their false breasts! Provide me safety!

Shout.

Hark, I hear ruin threaten me with a voice
That imitates thunder.

Enter Gentleman.

GENTLEMAN
Where's the king?

VORTIGER
Who takes him?

GENTLEMAN
Send peace to all your royal thoughts, my lord;
A fleet of valiant Saxons newly landed
Offer the truth of all their service to you.

VORTIGER
Saxons! My wishes! Let 'em have free entrance
And plenteous welcomes from all hearts that love us;
They never could come happier.

Enter Hengist, Horsus, drum and soldiers.

HENGIST
Health, power, and victory to Vortiger.

VORTIGER
There can be no more wish'd to a king's pleasure
If all the languages earth speaks were ransack'd.
Your names I know not, but so much good fortune
And warranted worth lightens your fair aspects,
I cannot but in arms of love enfold you.

HENGIST
The mistress of our births, hope-[fruitful] Germany,
Calls me Hengistus, and this Captain Horsus,
A man low built but, sir, in acts of valour
Flame is not swifter. We are all, my lord,
The sons of fortune; she has sent us forth
To thrive by the red sweat of our own merits,
And since after the rage of many a tempest
Our fate has cast us upon Britain's bounds,
We offer you the first fruits of our wounds.

VORTIGER
Which we shall dearly prize; the mean'st blood spent
Shall at wealth's fountain make his own content.

HENGIST
You double vigour in us then, my lord:
Pay is the soul of them that thrive by th' sword.

Y'have given me such a first taste of your worth,
'Twill never from my love; sure when life's gone
The memory sure will follow, my soul still
Participating immortality with it.
And here's the misery of earth's limited glory:
There's not a way reveal'd to give you honour
Above the sum which your own praises give you.

HENGIST
Indeed, my lord, we hold, when all's summ'd up
That can be made for worth to be express'd,
The fame that a [man wins] himself is best;
That he may call his own: honours put to him
Make him no more a man than his clothes do,
And as soon taken off, for as in warmth
The heat comes from the body, not the weeds,
So man's true fame must strike from his own deeds.
And since by this event which fortune speaks us
This land appears the fair predestin'd soil
Ordain'd for our good hap, we crave, my lord,
A little earth to thrive on, what you please,
Where we'll but keep a nursery of good spirits
To fight for you and yours.

VORTIGER
Sir, for our treasure,
'Tis open to your merits as our love,
But for y'are strangers in religion chiefly,
Which is the greatest alienation can be
And breeds most factions in the bloods of men,
I must not grant you that.

Enter Simon with a hide.

HENGIST
[Aside] 'S precious!--My lord,
I see a pattern, be it but so little
As yon poor hide will compass.

VORTIGER
How! The hide?

HENGIST
Rather than nothing, sir.

VORTIGER
Since y'are so reasonable,
Take so much in the best part of our kingdom.

HENGIST
We thank your grace.

[Exit Vortiger.]

Rivers from [bubbling] springs
Have rise at first, and great from abject things.
Stay yonder fellow. He came luckily,
And he shall fare well for't, whate'er he be;
We'll thank our fortune in rewarding him.

HORSUS
Stay, fellow.

SIMON
How, fellow! 'Tis more than you know
Whether I be your fellow or no, for I am sure
You see me not.

HENGIST
Come, what's the price of your hide?

SIMON
[Aside] Oh, unreasonable villain! He would buy the house
o'er a man's head. I'll be sure now to make my bargain wisely;
they may buy me out of my skin else.--Whose hide would you have,
mine or the beast's? There's little difference in their complexions;
I think mine [be] th' better o' th' twain: you shall see for your
love and buy for your money. [Aside] A pestilence on you
all, how have you gull'd me! You buy an ox hide! You buy a good
calf's gather! They are all hungry soldiers and I took 'em for
shoemakers.

HENGIST
Hold fellow, prithee hold. Right a fool wordling
That kicks at all good fortune! Whose man art thou?

SIMON
I am a servant, yet I am a masterless man, sir.

HENGIST
How! Prithee how's that now?

SIMON
Very nimbly, sir: my master's dead, and I serve my mistress.
I am a masterless man, sir; she's now a widow, and I am the foreman
of her tan-pit.

HENGIST
[Giving him money] Hold you and thank your fortune, not
your wit.

SIMON
Faith, and I thank your bounty and not your wisdom; you are not
troubled greatly with wit neither it seems. [Aside] Now
by this light, a nest of yellowhammers! What will become of me?
If I can keep all these without hanging of myself, I am happier
than a hundred of my neighbours.--You shall have my skin into
the bargain too, willingly, sir, then if I chance to die like
a dog, the labour will be saved of fleaing. I'll undertake, sir,
you shall have all the skins of our parish at this rate, man and
woman's.

HENGIST
Sirrah, give ear to me: now take your hide
And cut it all into the slenderest thongs
That can bear strength to hold.

SIMON
That were a jest indeed! Go and spoil all the leather? Sin and
pity, why, 'twould shoe half your army!

HENGIST
Do't, I bid you.

SIMON
What, cut it all in thongs? Hunch, [this] is like the vanity
of your Roman gallants, that cannot wear good suits but they must
have 'em cut and slash'd into giggets, that the very crimson taffety
sits blushing at their follies. I would I might persuade you,
sir, from the humour of cutting; 'tis but a kind of swaggering
condition and nothing profitable. What an't were but well pinked?
'Twould last longer for a summer suit.

HENGIST
What a gross lump of ignorance have I lighted on!
I must be forc'd to beat my drift into him.
Look you, to make you wiser than your parents,
I have so much ground given me as this hide will compass,
Which, as it is, is nothing.

HENGIST
Thus men as mean to thrive as we must learn, captain,
Set in a foot at first.

SIMON
A foot do you call it?
The devil's in that foot, it takes up all
This leather.

HENGIST
Dispatch, away, and cut it carefully
With all the advantage, sirrah.

SIMON
You could never have lighted upon such a fellow, captain, to serve
your turn. I have such a trick of stretching too--I learnt it
of a tanner's man that was hang'd last sessions--that I'll warrant
you I'll get you in a mile and a half more than y'are aware of.

HENGIST
Pray serve me so as oft as you will, sir.

SIMON
I'm casting about for nine acres to make you a garden plot out
of one of the buttocks.

HENGIST
'Twill be a good soil for nosegays.

SIMON
'Twill be a good soil for cabbages to stuff out the guts of your
fellows there.

Exit Simon.

HENGIST
You, sirs, go see it carefully perform'd;
It is the first foundations of our fortunes
On Britain's earth and ought to be embrac'd
With a respect near-link'd to adoration.

[Exeunt soldiers.]

Methinks it sounds to me a fair assurance
Of large honours and hopes, does't not, captain?

HORSUS
How many have begun with less at first
That have departed emperors from their bodies,
And left their carcasses as much in monument
As would erect a college?

HORSUS
A precious charity.
But where shall we make choice of our ground, captain?

HENGIST
About the fruitful banks of [uberous] Kent,
A fat and olive soil; there we came in.
Oh, captain, h'as given [he knows] not what!

HORSUS
Long may he give so.

HENGIST
I tell thee, sirrah, he that begg'd a field
Of fourscore acres for a garden plot,
'Twas pretty well, but he came short of this.

HORSUS
Send over for more Saxons.

HENGIST
With all speed, captain.

HORSUS
Especially for Roxena.

HENGIST
Who, my daughter?

HORSUS
That star of Germany, forget not her, sir,
She is a fair, fortunate maid--[aside] I shall betray myself--
Fair is she, and most fortunate may she be.
[Aside] But in maid lost forever: my desire
Has been the close confusion of that name.
A treasure 'tis, able to make more thieves
Than cabinets set open to entice,
Which learns one theft that never knew the vice.

HENGIST
Some I'll dispatch with speed.

HORSUS
Do you forget not.

HENGIST
Marry, pray help my memory if I should.

HORSUS
Roxena, you remember?

HENGIST
What more dear, sir?

HORSUS
I see you need no help; your memory's clear, sir.

Shout and flourish.

HENGIST
Those shouts leapt from our army.

HORSUS
They were too cheerful
To voice a bad event.

Enter Gentleman Saxon.

HENGIST
Now, sir, your news?

GENTLEMAN SAXON
Roxena the fair.

HENGIST
True, she shall be sent for.

GENTLEMAN SAXON
She's here.

HENGIST
What sayst?

GENTLEMAN SAXON
She's come, sir.

HORSUS
[Aside] A new youth
Begins me o'er again!

GENTLEMAN [SAXON]
Followed you close, sir,
With such a zeal as daughter never equall'd,
Expos'd herself to all the merciless dangers
Set in mankind or fortune, not regarding
Aught but your sight.

HENGIST
Her love is infinite to me.

HORSUS
[Aside] Most charitably censor'd! 'Tis her cunning,
The love of her own lust, which makes a woman
Gallop down hill as fearless as a drunkard;
There's no true lodestone i' th' world but that.
It draws 'em through all storms by sea or shame:
Life's loss is thought too small to pay that game.

GENTLEMAN [SAXON]
What follows more of her will take you strongly.

HENGIST
How!

GENTLEMAN [SAXON]
Nay, 'tis worth your wonder.

HENGIST
I thirst for't.

GENTLEMAN [SAXON]
Her heart joy-ravish'd at your late success,
Being the early morning of your fortunes
So prosperously new-opening at her coming,
She takes a cup of gold and midst the army,
Teaching her knee a current cheerfulness
Which well became her, drank a liberal health
To the king's joys and yours, the king in presence,
Who with her sight, but her [behaviour] chiefly--
Or chief I know not which, but one or both--
But he's so far 'bove my expression caught,
'Twere art enough for [one] man's time and portion
To speak him and miss nothing.

HENGIST
So beyond detestable,
To be an honest vassal is some calling;
Poor is the worst of that, shame comes not to't.
But mistress: that's the only common bait
Fortune sets at all hours, catching whore[s] with it,
And plucks 'em up by clusters. There's my sword, my lord,
And if your strong desires aim at my blood,
Which runs too purely there, a nobler way
Quench it in mine.

VORTIGER
I ne'er took sword in vain.
Hengist, we here create thee Earl of Kent.

VORTIGER
[Aside] What a task
She puts upon herself! Unurg'd-for purity!
The proof of this will bring love's rage upon me.

[Roxena kneels by Horsus, and they talk aside.]

ROXENA
Oh, this would mad a woman! There's no plague
In love to indiscretion.

HORSUS
Pish, this cures not.

ROXENA
Dost think I'll ever wrong thee?

HORSUS
Oh, most feelingly!
But I'll prevent it now and break thy neck
With thy own cunning; thou hast undertook
To give me help, to bring in royal credit,
Thy crack'd virginity, but I'll spoil all:
I will not stand on purpose, though I could,
But fall still, to disgrace thee.

ROXENA
What, you will not?

HORSUS
I have no other way to help myself,
For when thou't known to be a whore impost'rous,
I shall be sure to keep thee.

ROXENA
I have no conceit now that you ever lov'd me,
But as lust held you for the time.

HORSUS
So, so.

ROXENA
Do you pine at my advancement, sir?

HORSUS
Oh, barrenness
Of understanding! What a right love is this!
'Tis you that fall, I that am reprehended!
What height of honours, eminence and fortune
Should ravish me from you?

ROXENA
Who can tell that, sir? What's he can judge
Of a man's appetite before he sees him eat?
Who knows the strength of any's constancy
That never yet was tempted? We can call
Nothing our own if they be deeds to come;
They are only ours when they are pass'd and done.
How bless'd are you above your apprehension
If your desire would lend you so much patience
To examine the adventurous condition
Of our affections, which are full of hazard,
And draw in the time's goodness to defend us!
First, this bold course of ours can't last long,
Or never does in any without shame,
And that, you know, brings danger; and the greater
My father is in blood, as he's well risen,
The greater will the storm of his rage be
'Gainst his blood['s] wronging; I have cast for this.
'Tis not advancement that I love alone,
'Tis love of shelter, to keep shame unknown.

HORSUS
Oh, were I sure of thee, as 'tis impossible
There to be ever sure where there's no hold,
Your pregnant hopes should not be long arising!

ROXENA
By what assurance have you held me thus far
Which you found firm, despair you [not] in that.

VORTIGER
[Aside] Have I power
Of life and death, and cannot command ease
In mine own blood? After I was a king
I thought I never should have felt pain more,
That there had been a ceasing of all passions
And common stings, which subjects use to feel,
That were created with a [patience] fit
For all extremities: but such as we
Know not the way to suffer; then to do't,
How most prepost'rous 'tis! What's all our greatness
If we that prescribe bounds to meaner men
Must not pass these ourselves? Oh, most ridiculous!
This makes the vulgar merry to endure,
Knowing our state is strict and less secure.
I'll break through custom. Why should not the mind,
The nobler part that's of us, be allow'd
Change of affections, as our bodies are
Still change of food and raiment? I'll have't so.
All fashions appear strange at first production,
But this would be well followed.--Oh, captain!

HORSUS
My lord, I grieve for you; [you] scarce fetch breath
But a sigh hangs at end on't: this is no way
If you'll give way to counsel.

VORTIGER
Set me right then,
And quickly, sir, or I shall curse thy charity
For lifting up my understanding to me
To show that I was wrong: ignorance is safe;
I slept happily. If knowledge mend me not
Thou hast committed a most cruel sin,
To [wake] me into judgment and then leave me.

HORSUS
I will not leave you so, sir, that were rudely [done].
First y'have a flame too open and too violent,
Which like blood-guiltiness in an offender
Betrays him when none can: out with it, sir,
Or let some cunning coverture be made
Before our practice enters, 'twill spoil all else.

VORTIGER
Why, look you, sir, I can be as calm as silence
All the whiles music plays; strike on, sweet friend,
As mild and merry as the heart of [innocence].
I prithee take my temper. Has a virgin
A heat more modest?

HORSUS
[Aside] He does well to ask me;
I [could] have told that once.--Why, here's a government!
There's not a sweeter amity in friendship
Than in this friendly league 'twixt you and health.

VORTIGER
Then since thou find'st me capable of happiness,
Instruct me with the practice.

HORSUS
What would you say, my lord,
If I ensnare her in an act of lust?

VORTIGER
Oh, there were art to the life! But that's impossible;
I prithee flatter me no further with't.
[Fie], so much sin as goes to make up that
Will ne'er prevail with her: why, I tell thee, sir,
She's so sin-killing modest, that if only
To move the question were enough adultery
To cause a separation, there's no gallant
So brassy-impudent durst undertake
The words that should belong to't.

HORSUS
Say you so, sir?
There's nothing made i' th' world but has a way to't,
Though some be harder than the rest to find,
Yet one there is, that's certain, and I think
I have took the course to light on't.

VORTIGER
Oh, I pray for't!

HORSUS
I heard you lately say, from whence, my lord,
My practice receiv'd life first, that your queen
Still consecrates her time to contemplation,
Takes solitary walks.

VORTIGER
Nay, late and early, sir,
Commands her weak guard from her, which are but women
When 'tis at [strongest].

HORSUS
I like all this well, my lord.
And now your grace shall know what net is us'd
In many places to catch modest women,
Such as will never yield by prayers or gifts.
Now there be some will catch up men as fast,
But those she-fowlers nothing concerns us:
Their birding is at windows, ours abroad,
Where ring-doves should be caught, that's married wives
Or chaste maids, what the appetite has a mind to.
'Tis practis'd often, therefore worth discovery
And may well fit the purpose.

VORTIGER
Make no pause then.

HORSUS
The honest gentlewoman, where'er she be,
When nothing will prevail, I pity her now;
Poor soul, she's entic'd forth by her own sex
To be betray'd to man, who in some garden-house[Or] remote walk, taking his lustful time,
Binds darkness on her eyes, surprises her,
And having a coach ready, turns her in,
Hurrying her where he list for the sin's safety,
Making a rape of honour without words,
And at the low ebbs of his lust, perhaps
Some three days after, sends her coach again
To the same place, and, which would make most mad,
She's spoil'd of all, yet knows not where she was robb'd:
Wise, dear, precious mischief.

VORTIGER
Is this practis'd?

HORSUS
Too much, my lord, to be so little known;
A springe to catch a maidenhead after sunset,
Clip it, and send it home again to th' city:
There 'twill be ne'er perceiv'd.

CASTIZA
Methinks you live strange lives! When I see't not,
The less it grieves me; you know how to ease me then.
If you but knew how well I lov'd your absence
You would bestow 't upon me without asking.

FIRST LADY
Faith, for my part, were it no more for ceremony
Than 'tis for love, you should walk long enough
For my attendance; so think all my fellows,
Though they say nothing. Books in women's hands
They are as much against the hair, methinks,
As to see men [wear]stomachers and night-rails!
She that has the green sickness and should follow her counsel
would die like an ass and go to th' worms like a salad; not I
as long as such a creature as man is made: she's a fool that will
not know what he's good for.

Exeunt Ladies.

CASTIZA
Though amongst lives' elections that of virgin
I speak noblest of, yet 't has pleas'd just heaven
To send me a contented blessedness
In this of marriage, which I ever doubted;
I see the king's affection was a true one,
It lasts and holds out long: that['s] no mean virtue
In a commanding man, though in great fear
At first I was enforc'd to venture on't.

Enter Vortiger and Horsus [disguised, to one side].

VORTIGER
All's happy, clear and safe.

HORSUS
The rest comes gently then.

VORTIGER
Be sure you seize on her full sight at first,
For fear of my discovery.

HORSUS
I'll not miss it.

VORTIGER
Now fortune, and I am sped.

[Horsus seizes and blindfolds Castiza.]

CASTIZA
Oh, help, treason, treason!

HORSUS
Sirrah, how stand you? Prevent noise and clamour,
Or death shall end thy service.

HORSUS
Louder yet? [Extend]
Your voice to the last rack, you shall have leave now;
Y'are far from any pity.

CASTIZA
What's my sin?

HORSUS
Contempt of man, and he's a noble creature,
And takes it in ill part to be despis'd.

CASTIZA
I never despis'd any.

HORSUS
No? You hold us
Unworthy to be lov'd. What call you that?

CASTIZA
I have a lord disproves you.

HORSUS
Pish, your lord!
You're bound to love your lord, that's no thanks to you;
You should love those you are not tied to love:
That's the right trial of a woman's charity.

CASTIZA
I know not what you are nor what my fault is,
But if't be life you seek, whate'er you be,
Use no immodest words and take it from me:
You kill me more in talking sinfully
Than acting cruelly; be so far pitiful
To end me without words.

HORSUS
Long may you live,
The wish of a good subject; 'tis not life
That I thirst after: loyalty forbid
I should commit such treason! You mistake me,
I have no such bloody thought; only your love
Shall content me.

CASTIZA
What said you, sir?

HORSUS
Thus, thus plainly,
To strip my words as naked as my purpose,
I must and will enjoy you.

[Castiza swoons.]

Gone already?
Look to her, bear her up, she goes apace.
I fear'd this still, and therefore came provided.

[Takes out a vial and gives some of its liquid to Castiza.]

There's that will fetch life from a dying spark
And make it spread a furnace; she's well straight.
It kept a lord seven years alive together
In spite of nature, that he look'd like one
Had leave to walk out of a grave to air himself
Yet still walked lord.

[Castiza recovers.]

Pish, let her go; she stands,
Upon my knowledge, or else she counterfeits.
I know the virtue.

CASTIZA
Never did sorrows in afflicted woman
Meet with such cruelty; such hard-hearted ways
Human invention never found before.
To call back life to live is but ill-taken
By some departing soul; then to force mine back
To an eternal act of death in lust,
What is it but most execrable?

HORSUS
So, so;
But this is from the business. List to me:
Here you are now far from all hope of friendship,
Save what you make mine; 'scape me you cannot,
Send your soul that assurance. That resolv'd on
You know not who I am nor never shall,
I need not fear you then; but give consent
Then with the faithfulness of a true friend:
I'll open myself to you, fall your servant,
As I do now in hope, proud of submission,
And seal the deed up with eternal secrecy,
Not death should pick it open, much less [the] king's
Authority or torture.

VORTIGER
[Aside] I admire him.

CASTIZA
[Kneeling] Oh, sir, whate'er you are, I teach my knee
Thus to requite you; be content to take
Only my sight as ransom for mine honour,
And where you have but mock'd mine eyes with darkness,
Pluck 'em out quite: all outward light of body
I'll spare most willingly, but take not from me
That which must guide me to another world
And leave me dark forever, fast without
That cursed pleasure which would make two souls
Endure a famine everlastingly.

HORSUS
[Aside] This almost moves.

VORTIGER
[Aside] By this light, he'll be taken.

HORSUS
[Aside] I'll wrastle down all pity.--Will you consent?

CASTIZA
I'll never be so guilty.

HORSUS
Farewell words then;
You hear no more of me, but thus I seize thee.

CASTIZA
Oh, if a power above be [reverenc'd] in thee,
I bind thee by that name, by manhood, nobleness,
And all the charms of honour!

HENGIST
A fair and fortunate constellation reign'd
When we set footing here: from his first gift,
Which to a king's unbounded eyes seem'd nothing,
The compass of a hide, I have erected
A strong and spacious castle, yet contain'd myself
Within my limits, without check or censure.
Thither, with all the observance of a subject,
The liveliest witness of a grateful mind,
I purpose to invite him and his queen
And feast 'em nobly.

A noise. Barber and Tailor within.

BARBER
[Within] We will enter, sir;
'Tis a state business of a twelvemonth long,
The choosing of a mayor.

HENGIST
What noise is that?

TAILOR
[Within] Sir, we must speak with the good Earl of Kent;
Though we were ne'er brought up to keep a door,
We are as honest, sir, as some that do.

Enter Gentleman [Saxon].

HENGIST
Now what's the occasion of their clamours, sir?

GENTLEMAN [SAXON]
Please you, my lord, a company of townsmen
Are bent against all denials and resistance
To have speech with your lordship, and that you
Must end a difference, which none else can do.

HENGIST
Why, then there's reason in their violence,
Which I never look'd for: let in first but one,
And as we relish him the rest comes on.

Exit Gentleman [Saxon].

'Twere no safe wisdom in a rising man
To slight off such as these; nay, rather these
Are the foundation of a lofty work:
We cannot build without them and stand sure;
He that ascends up to a mountain's top
Must first begin at foot.

Enter Gentleman [Saxon].

Now, sir, who comes?

GENTLEMAN [SAXON]
They cannot yet agree, my lord, of that.

HENGIST
How!

GENTLEMAN [SAXON]
They say 'tis worse now for 'em than ever 'twas before,
For where the difference stood but between two,
Upon this coming first [they are] at odds;
One says, sir, he shall lose his place at church by't,
Another he'll not do his wife that wrong,
And by their good wills they would come all at first.
The strife continues in most heat, my lord,
Between a country barber and a tailor
Of the same [town], and which your lordship names
'Tis yielded by consent that one shall enter.

HENGIST
Here's no sweet [coil]! I'm glad they're so reasonable.
Call in the barber: if the tale be long
He'll cut it short, I trust; that's all the hope on't.

BARBER
No, my good lord, there is a corporation, a kind of body, a body.

HENGIST
The barber's out at body, let in the tailor.
This 'tis to reach beyond your own profession:
When you let go your head, you lose your memory;
You have no business with the body.

BARBER
Yes, sir, I am a barber-surgeon: I have had something to do with't
in my time, my lord, and I was never so out o' th' body as I have
been here of late; send me good luck, I'll go marry some whore
or other but I'll get in again.

Enter Tailor.

HENGIST
Now, sir, a good discovery come from you
That we may know the inwards of the business.

TAILOR
I will rip [up] the linings to your lordship,
And show what stuff 'tis made on; for the body,
Or corporation--

TAILOR
Nor can [we] go through stitch, my noble lord,
The choler is so great in the one party.
And as in linsey-woolsey wove together
One piece makes several suits, so, upright earl,
Our linsey-woolsey hearts makes all this coil.

HENGIST
What's all this now?
Call in the rest; I'm ne'er the wiser yet.
I should commend my wit could I but guess
What this would come to.

GLOVER
Sometimes I deal with dog's-leather,
Sir-reverence all that while.

HENGIST
Well, to the purpose, if there be any towards.

GLOVER
I were an ass else, saving your lordship's presence; we have a
body, but our town wants a hand, a hand of justice, a worshipful
master mayor.

HENGIST
This is well-handed yet,
A man may take some hold on't. You want a mayor?

GLOVER
Right, but there's two at fisticuffs about it, sir,
As I may say, at daggers drawing, sir,
But that I cannot say, because they have none;
And you being Earl of Kent, the town does say
Your lordship's voice shall choose and part the fray.

HENGIST
This is strange work for me. Well, sir, what be they?

GLOVER
The one is a tanner.

HENGIST
Fie, I shall be too partial;
I owe too much affection to that trade
To put it to my voice. [What is] his name?

GLOVER
Simon, sir.

HENGIST
How! Simon, too?

GLOVER
Nay, 'tis but Simon one, sir, the very same Simon
That sold your lordship the hide.

HENGIST
What sayst thou?

GLOVER
That's all his glory, sir: he got his master's widow by't presently
after, a rich tanner's wife. She has set him up; he was her foreman
a long time in her other husband's days.

HENGIST
Now let me perish in my first aspiring
If the pretty [simplicity] of his fortune
Do not most highly take me; 'tis a presage, methinks,
Of bright, succeeding happiness to mine
When my fate's glowworm casts forth such a shine.
And what's the other that contends with him?

TAILOR
Marry, my noble lord, a fustian weaver.

HENGIST
How! Will he offer to compare with Simon?
He a fit match for him!

SIMON
Simonides? What a fine name he has made of Simon! Then he's
an ass that calls me Simon again; I'm quite out of love with't.

HENGIST
Give me thy hand. I love thee and thy fortunes;
I like a man that thrives.

SIMON
I took a widow, my lord, to be the best piece of ground to thrive
on, and by my faith, there's a young Simonides, like a green onion,
peeping up already.

HENGIST
Th'ast a good, lucky hand.

SIMON
I have somewhat, sir.

HENGIST
But why to me is this election offer'd?
The choosing of a mayor goes by most voices.

SIMON
True, sir, but most of our townsmen are so hoarse with drinking,
there's ne'er a good voice amongst 'em all that are now here in
this company.

HENGIST
Are you content both to put all to these then,
To whom I liberally resign my interest
To prevent censure?

SIMON
I speak first, my lord.

OLIVER
Though I speak last, I hope I am not least.
If [they] will cast away a town-born child,
They may; 'tis but dying some forty years or so
Before my time.

HENGIST
I'll leave you to your choice awhile.

ALL
Your good lordship.

Exit Hengist.

SIMON
Look you, neighbours, view us both well ere you be too hasty;
let Oliver the fustian weaver stand as fair as I do, and the devil
give him good out.

OLIVER
I do, thou upstart [callymoocher], I do. 'Tis well known to thee
I have been twice alecunner, thou mushrump that shot up in one
night with lying with thy mistress.

SIMON
Faith, thou art such a spiny bald-rib, all the mistresses in the
town would never get thee up.

OLIVER
I scorn to rise by a woman, as thou didst; my wife shall rise
by me.

SIMON
The better for some of thy neighbours when you are asleep.

GLOVER
I pray cease of your communication; we can do nothing else.

[The tradesmen retire and talk amongst themselves.]

OLIVER
[Aside] I gave that barber a fustian suit, and twice redeem'd
his cittern; he may remember me.

SIMON
[Aside] I fear no false measure but in that tailor;
The glover and the button-maker are both cocksure;
That collier's eye I like not.
Now they consult, the matter is a-brewing.
Poor Gill my wife lies longing for this news;
'Twill make her a glad mother.

ALL
A Simon, a Simon, a Simon, a Simon!

SIMON
My good people, I thank you all.

OLIVER
Wretch that I am, tanner, thou hast curry'd favour.

SIMON
I curry? I defy thy fustian fume!

OLIVER
But I will prove a rebel all thy year
And raise up the seven deadly sins against thee.

Exit.

SIMON
The deadly sins will scorn to rise by thee, and they have any
breeding, as commonly they are well brought up; 'tis not for every
scab to be acquainted with 'em. But leaving scabs, to you good
neighbours [now] I bend my speech. First, to say more than a
man can say, I hold it not so fit to be spoken, but to say what
man ought to say, there I leave you also. I must confess your
loves have chosen a weak and unlearn'd man--that I can neither
write nor read you all can witness--yet not altogether so unlearn'd
but I could set my mark to a bond, if I would be so simple, an
excellent token of government. Cheer you then, my hearts, you
have done you know not what. There's a full point; you must all
cough and hem now.

ALL
Hum, hum, hum, cough!

SIMON
Now touching our common adversary, the fustian weaver, who threateneth
he will raise the deadly sins amongst us, which as I take it are
seven in number, let 'em come: our town's big enough to hold 'em,
we will not much disgrace it; besides, you know a deadly sin will
lie in a narrow hole. But when they think themselves safest and
the web of their iniquity woven, with the horse-strength of my
justice I'll break the looms of their concupiscence, and let the
weaver go seek his shuttle. Here you may hem again, if you'll
do me the favour.

ALL
Cough and hem!

SIMON
Why, I thank you all, and it shall not go unrewarded. Now for
the seven deadly sins: first, for pride, which always sits uppermost
and will be plac'd without a churchwarden; being a sin that is
not like to be chargeable to the parish, I slip it over and think
it not worthy of punishment. Now you all know that sloth does
not anything; this place, you see, requires wisdom. How can a
man in conscience punish that which does nothing? Envy, a poor,
lean creature that eats raw liver, perhaps it pines to see me
chosen, and that makes me the fatter with laughing; if I punish
envy then I punish mine own carcass, a great sin against authority.
For wrath, the less we say, the better 'tis; a scurvy, desperate
thing it is, that commonly hangs itself and saves justice many
a halter by't. Now for covetousness and gluttony, I'll tell you
more when I come out of mine office; I shall have time to try
what they are, I'll prove 'em soundly, and if I find gluttony
and covetousness to be directly sins, I'll bury one i' th' bottom
of a chest, and th'other i' th' end of my garden. But, sirs,
for lechery, I mean to tickle that home, nay, I'm resolv'd upon't:
I will not leave one whore in all the town.

BARBER
Some of your neighbours may go seek their wives i' th' country
then.

SIMON
Barber, be silent; I will cut thy comb else. To conclude, I will
learn the villainies of all trades, mine own I know already: if
there be any knavery in the baker, I will bolt it out; if in the
brewer, I will taste him throughly, and then piss out his iniquity
in his own sinkhole. In a word, I will knock out all enormities
like a bullock, and send the hide to my fellow tanners.

ALL
A Simonides, a true Simonides indeed!

Enter Hengist and Roxena.

HENGIST
How now, how goes your choice?

TAILOR
Here's he, my lord.

SIMON
You may prove I am the man: I am bold to take the upper hand of
your lordship a little; I'll not lose an inch of my honour.

HENGIST
Hold, sirs, there's some few crowns to mend your feast,
Because I like your choice. [Gives them money.]

HORSUS
Distinctly;
The course I took was dangerous, but not failing,
For I convey'd [myself] behind the [hangings]
Even first before [her] entrance.

VORTIGER
'Twas well ventur'd.

HORSUS
I had such a woman's first and second longing in me
To hear her how she would bear her mock'd abuse
After she was half return'd to privacy,
I could have fasted out an ember week,
And never thought of hunger, to have heard her;
She fetch'd three short turns, I shall ne'er forget 'em,
Like an imprison'd lark that offers still
Her wing at liberty and returns check'd:
So would her soul fain have been gone, and even hung
Flittering upon the bars of poor mortality,
Which ever as it offer'd, drove her back again.
Then came your holy Lupus and Germanus.

VORTIGER
Oh, two holy confessors.

HORSUS
At whose sight
I could perceive her fall upon her breast
And cruelly afflict herself with sorrow;
I never heard a sigh till I heard hers,
Who after her confession, pitying her,
Put her into a way of patience,
Which now she holds, to keep it hid from you.
There's all the pleasure that I took in't now,
When I heard that my pains was well rememb'red.
So with applying comforts and relief,
They have brought it low now to an easy grief,
But yet the taste is not quite gone.

VORTIGER
It works the kindlier, sir;
Go [now] and call her back. She winds herself
Into the snare so prettily, 'tis a pleasure
To set toils for her.

[Horsus brings Castiza back to Vortiger.]

CASTIZA
[Aside] He may read my shame
Now in my blush.

VORTIGER
Come, y'are so link'd to holiness,
So taken up with contemplative desires,
That the world has you yet enjoys you not;
You have been weeping too.

CASTIZA
Not I, my lord.

VORTIGER
Trust me, I fear you have; y'are much to blame
And you should yield so to passion without cause.
Is not [there] time enough for meditation?
Must it lay title to your health and beauty,
And draw them into time's consumption too?
'Tis too exacting for a holy faculty.
[Noticing Hengist] My Lord of Kent? I pray [wake] him,
captain;
He reads himself asleep sure.

HORSUS
My lord?

HENGIST
Your pardon, sir.

VORTIGER
Nay, I'll take away your book and bestow 't here.
Lady, you that delight in virgin[s'] stories
And all chaste works, here's excellent reading for you;
Make of that book as rais'd men make of favour,
Which they grow sick to part from. And now, my lord,
You that have so conceitedly gone beyond me
And made such large use of a slender gift,
Which we never minded: I commend your thrift,
And for your building's name shall to all ages
Carry the stamp and impress of your wit,
It shall be call'd Thong Castle.

SIMON
Lo, I the mayor of Quinborough town by name,
With all my brethren, saving one that's lame,
Are come as fast as fiery mill-horse gallops
To meet thy grace, thy queen and thy fair trollops.
For reason of our coming do not look,
It must be done, I found it i' th' town book;
And yet not I myself: I scorn to read,
I keep a clerk to do those jobs for need.
And now expect a rare conceit before Thong Castle [see] thee.
Reach me the thing to give the king, the other too I prithee.
Now here they be for queen and thee, the gifts all steel and leather,
But the conceit of mickle weight, and here they're come together:
To show two loves must join in one, our town presents to thee
This gilded scabbard to the queen, this dagger unto thee.

VORTIGER
Forbear your tedious and ridiculous duties!
I hate 'em, as I do the rotten roots of you,
You inconstant rabble; I have felt your fits.
Sheath up your bounty with your [iron] wits
And get you gone.

SIMON
Then bless the good Earl of Kent, say I;
I'll have this dagger turn'd into a pie
And eaten up for anger, every bit on't.
And when that pie is new cut up by some rare, cunning pie-man,
They shall all lamentably sing, "Put up thy dagger, Simon."

Hoboys. The king [Vortiger] and his train met by Hengist and
Horsus; they salute and exeunt. While the banquet is brought
forth, music plays. Enter Vortiger, [Hengist,] Horsus, Devonshire,
Stafford, Castiza, Roxena, and two Ladies.

HENGIST
A welcome, mighty lord, may appear costlier,
More full of talk and toil, show and conceit,
But one more stor'd with thankful love and truth
I forbid all the sons of men to boast of.

VORTIGER
Why, here's a fabric that implies eternity,
The building plain, but [most] substantial;
Methinks it looks as if it mock'd all [ruin],
Save that great masterpiece of consumation,
The end of time, which must consume even [ruin]
And eat that into cinders.

HENGIST
There's no brass
Would last your praise, my lord; 'twould last beyond it
And shame our durablest metal.

VORTIGER
[Taking him aside] Horsus.

HORSUS
My lord.

VORTIGER
This is the time I have chosen; here's [a full] meeting,
And here will I disgrace her.

HORSUS
'Twill be sharp, my lord.

VORTIGER
Oh, 'twill be best, sir.

HORSUS
Why, here's the earl her father.

VORTIGER
Ay, and the lord her uncle, that's the height on't,
Invited both a' purpose to rise sick
Full of shame's surfeit.

HORSUS
And that's shrewd, byrlady;
It ever sticks close to the ribs of honour.
Great men are never sound men after it;
It leaves some ache or other in their names still,
Which their posterity feels at every weather.

VORTIGER
Mark but the least presentment of occasion;
As such times yields enough, and then mark me.

HORSUS
My observance is all yours, you know't, my lord.
[Aside] What careful ways some take t'abuse themselves!
But as there be assurers of men's goods
'Gainst storm or pirate, which gives [venturers] courage,
So such there must be to make up man's theft,
Or there would be no woman [venturer] left.
See, now the[y] find their seats. What a false knot
Of amity he ties about her arm,
Which rage must part! In marriage 'tis no wonder
Knots knit with kisses are oft broke with thunder.

Music.

Music? Then I have done, I always learn
To give my betters place.

VORTIGER
Where's Captain Horsus?

HORSUS
My lord.

VORTIGER
Sit, sit, we'll have a health anon
To all good services.

HORSUS
Th'are poor in these days;
They had rather have the cup than the health, my lord.
[Aside] I sit wrong now; he hears me not, and most
Great men are deaf on that side.

Song.
If in music were a power
To breath a welcome to thy worth,
This should be the ravishing hour
To vent her spirit's treasure forth.
Welcome, oh, welcome; in that word alone
She'ld choose to dwell and draw all parts to one.

VORTIGER
My Lord of Kent, I thank you for this welcome;
It came unthought of in the sweetest language
That ever my soul relish'd.

HENGIST
You are pleas'd, my lord,
To raise my happiness from slight deservings,
To show what power's in princes; not in us
Aught worthy, 'tis in you that makes us thus.
I'm chiefly sad, my lord, your queen's not merry.

VORTIGER
[Aside] So honour bless me, he has found the way
To my grief strangely.--Is there no delight?

CASTIZA
My lord, I wish not any, nor is't needful;
I am as I was ever.

DEVONSHIRE
To speak but truth,
I never knew her a great friend to mirth,
Nor taken much with any one delight,
Though there be many seemly and honourable
To give content to ladies without taxing.

VORTIGER
My Lord of Kent, this to thy full desert,
Which [intimates] thy higher flow to honour. [Drinks.]

HENGIST
Which, like a river, shall return [service]
To the great master-fountain.

VORTIGER
[To First Lady] Where's your lord?
I miss'd him not till now. Lady, and yours?
No marvel then we were so out o' th' way
Of all pleasant discourse: they are the keys
Of human music; sure at their nativities
Great nature sign'd a general patent to 'em
To take up all the mirth in a whole kingdom.
What's their employment now?

FIRST LADY
May't please your grace,
We never are so far acquainted with 'em,
Nothing we know but what they cannot keep;
That['s] even the fashion of 'em all, my lord.

VORTIGER
It seems you have great faith though in their constancy,
And they in yours, you dare so trust each other.

SECOND LADY
Hope well we do, my lord; we have reason for't,
Because they say brown men are honestest,
But she's a fool will swear for any colour.

VORTIGER
You cannot deny that with honour,
And since 'tis urg'd, I'll put you to't in troth.

FIRST LADY
May't please your grace--

VORTIGER
'Twill please me wondrous well,
And here's a book; mine never goes without one:
She's an example to you all for purity.
Come, swear, I have sworn you shall, that you never knew
The will of any man besides your husband's.

SECOND LADY
I'll swear, my lord, as far as my remembrance.

VORTIGER
How! Your remembrance! That were strange.

FIRST LADY
Your grace
Hearing our just excuses will not say so.

VORTIGER
Well, what's your just excuse? Y'are ne'er without some.

FIRST LADY
I'm often taken with a sleep, my lord,
The loudest thunder cannot waken me,
Not if a cannon's burthen be discharg'd
Close by mine ear; the more may be my wrong:
There can be no infirmity, my lord,
That's more excusable in any woman.

SECOND LADY
And I'm so troubled with the mother too
I have often call'd in help, I know not whom;
Three at once has been too weak to keep me down.

VORTIGER
I perceive there's no fastening: well fare one then
That ne'er deceives faith's [anchor] of her hold,
Come at all seasons. [To Castiza] Here, be thou the star
To guide those erring women, show the way
Which I will make 'em follow. Why dost start,
Draw back, and look so pale?

CASTIZA
My lord--

VORTIGER
Come hither,
Nothing but take that oath; thou'lt take a thousand.
A thousand? Poor! A million, nay, as many
As there be angels' registers of oaths!
Why, look thee, over-holy, fearful chastity,
That sins in nothing but in too much niceness,
I'll begin first and swear for thee myself:
I know thee a perfection so unstain'd,
So sure, so absolute, I will not pant on't
But catch time greedily. By all these blessings
That blows truth into fruitfulness, and those curses
That with their barren breaths blast perjury,
Thou art as pure as sanctity's best shrine
From all man's mixture but what's lawful, mine.

CASTIZA
[Aside] Oh, heaven forgive him, h'as forsworn himself!

VORTIGER
Come,
'Tis but going now my way.

CASTIZA
[Aside] That's bad enough.

VORTIGER
I have clear'd all doubts, you see.

CASTIZA
Good my lord,
Spare me.

VORTIGER
How! It grows later now, then so
For modesty's sake make more speed this way.

CASTIZA
Pardon me, my lord, I cannot.

VORTIGER
What?

CASTIZA
I dare not.

VORTIGER
Fail all confidence
In thy weak kind forever!

DEVONSHIRE
Here's a storm
Able to [wake] all of our name [inhumed]
And raise 'em from their sleeps of peace and fame
To set the honour of their bloods right here
Hundred years after; a perpetual motion
Has their true glory been from seed to seed,
And cannot be chok'd now with a poor grain
Of dust and earth. We that remain, my lord,
Her uncle and myself, [wood] in this tempest,
As ever robb'd man's peace, will undertake
Upon life's deprivation, lands and honour,
[She shall accept this oath.

CASTIZA
[Aside] Why, here's a height of misery never reach'd yet;
I lose myself and others.

DEVONSHIRE
You may see
How much we lay in balance with your goodness--
And had we more, it went--for we presume
You cannot be religious and so vild.

CASTIZA
As to forswear myself, 'tis true, my lord,
I will not add a voluntary sin
To a constrain'd one. I confess, great sir,
The honour of your bed has been abus'd--

VORTIGER
Oh, beyond patience!

CASTIZA
Give me hearing, sir:
But far from my consent, I was surpris'd
By villains, and so ravish'd.

VORTIGER
Hear you that, sirs?
Oh, cunning texture to enclose adultery!
Mark but what subtle veil her sin puts on:
Religion brings her to confession first,
Then steps in art to sanctify that lust.
'Tis likely you could be surpris'd.

HENGIST
Let him entreat, sir,
That falls in [saddest] grief for this event,
Which ill begins the fortune of this building,
My lord.

ROXENA
[Taking Horsus aside] What if he should cause me to swear
too, captain?
You know, sir, I'm as far to seek in honesty
As the [worst] here can be; I should be sham'd too.

HORSUS
Why, fool, they swear by that we worship not,
So you may swear your heart out and ne'er hurt yourself.

ROXENA
That was well thought on; I'd quite lost myself.

VORTIGER
You shall prevail in noble suits, my lord,
But this, this shames the speaker.

HORSUS
[Aside] I'll step in now,
Though it shall be to no purpose.--Good my lord,
Think on your noble and most hopeful issue,
Lord [Vortimer] the prince.

VORTIGER
A bastard, sir!
Oh, that his life were in my fury now!

CASTIZA
That injury stirs my soul to speak the truth
Of his conception. Here I take the book, my lord:
By all the glorified rewards of virtue
And prepared punishments for consents in sin,
A queen's hard sorrow never supply'd a kingdom
With issue more legitimate than [Vortimer].

VORTIGER
Pish, this takes not out the stain of present shame though;
To be once good is nothing when it ceases:
Continuance crowns desert; she ne'er can go
For perfect-honest that's not always so.
Beshrew this needless urging of this oath;
'T has justified her somewhat.

HORSUS
To small purpose, sir.

VORTIGER
Amongst so many women not one here
Dare swear a simple chastity? Here's an age
To propagate virtue in! Since I have began't,
I'll shame you all together and so leave you.
My Lord of Kent.

HENGIST
Your highness?

VORTIGER
That's your daughter?

HENGIST
Yes, my good lord.

VORTIGER
Though I'm your guest today,
And should be less austere to you or yours,
In this [case] pardon me: I will not spare her.

HENGIST
Then her own goodness friend her; here she comes, my lord.

VORTIGER
[To Roxena] The tender reputation of a maid
Makes up your honour, or else nothing can;
The oath you take is not for truth to man,
But to your own white soul, a mighty task.
What dare you do in this?

ROXENA
My lord, as much
As chastity can put a woman to,
I ask no favour; and t' approve the purity
Of what my habit and my time professes,
As also to requite all courteous censure,
Here I take oath I am as free from man
As truth from death, or sanctity from stain.

VORTIGER
Oh, thou treasure that ravishes the possessor!
I know not where to speed so well again;
I'll keep thee while I have thee. Here's a fountain
To spring forth princes and the seeds of kingdoms.
Away with that infection of great honour,
And those her leprous pledges, by her poison
Blemish'd and spotted in their fames forever!
Here [we'll] restore succession with true peace,
And of pure virgins' grace the poor increase.

Music. Exeunt [all but Horsus].

HORSUS
Ha ha! He's well provided now; here [struck] my fortune.
With what an impudent confidence she swore honest,
Having the advantage of the oath! The mischiefs
That peoples a lost honour! Oh, they're infinite,
For as at a small breach in town or castle
When one has entrance, a whole army follows,
In woman, so abusively once known,
Thousands of sins has passage made with one:
Vice comes with troops, and they that entertain
A mighty potentate must receive his train.
Methinks I should not hear from fortune next
Under an earldom now. She cannot spend
A night so idly but to make a lord
With ease, methinks, and play. The Earl [of] Kent
Is calm and smooth, like a deep, dangerous water.
He has some secret way; I know his blood:
The grave's not greedier, nor hell's lord more proud.
Somewhat will hap, for this astonishing choice
[Strikes] pale the kingdom, at which I rejoice.

Hoboys. Dumb show. Enter Lupus, Germanus, Devonshire, Stafford
leading [Vortimer]; they seat him in the throne and crown him
king. Enter Vortiger in great passion and submission; they neglect
him, then Roxena expressing great fury and discontent. They lead
out [Vortimer] and leave Vortiger and Roxena; she suborns two
Saxons to murder [Vortimer]; they swear performance and secrecy,
and exeunt with Roxena. Then Vortiger left alone draws his sword
and offers to run himself thereon. Enter Horsus and prevents
him; then the lords enter again and exit Horsus. Then is brought
in the body of [Vortimer] in a chair, dead; they all in amazement
and sorrow take Vortiger and upon his submission restore him,
swearing him against the Saxons. Then enter Hengist with diverse
Saxons, Vortiger and the rest with their swords drawn threaten
their expulsion, whereat Hengist, amaz'd, sends one to entreat
a peaceable parley, which seeming to be granted by laying down
their weapons, exeunt severally.

RAYNULPH
Of pagan blood a queen being chose,
Roxena hight, the Britons rose,
For [Vortimer] the[y] crowned king,
But she soon poisoned that sweet spring.
Then to rule they did restore
Vortiger, and him they swore
Against the Saxons; they, constrain'd,
Begg'd peace treaty, and obtain'd.
And now in numbers equally
Upon the plain near Salisbury,
A peaceful meeting they decreen
Like men of love, no weapon seen.
But Hengist, that ambitious lord,
Full of guile, corrupts his word,
As the sequel too well proves;
On that your eyes, on us your loves.

HENGIST
If we let slip this opportuneful hour,
Take leave of fortune, certainty or thought
Of ever fixing, we are loose at root,
And the least storm may rend us from the bosom
Of this land's hopes forever. But, dear Saxons,
Fasten we now, and our unshaken firmness
Will assure after ages.

VORTIGER
Take me not basely, when all sense and strength
Lies bound up in amazement at this treachery.
What devil hath breath'd this everlasting part
Of falsehood into thee?

HENGIST
Let it suffice
I have you and will hold you prisoner,
As fast as death holds your best props in silence.
We know the hard conditions of our peace,
Slavery or diminution, which we hate
With a joint loathing: may all perish thus
That seek to subjugate or lessen us.

VORTIGER
Oh, you strange nooks of guile or subtlety,
Where man so cunningly lies hid from man!
Who could expect such treason from [your] breast,
Such thunder from your voice? Or take you pride
To imitate the fair uncertainty
Of a bright day, that teems the sudden'st storm,
When the world least expects one? But of all
I'll never trust fair sky in a man again;
There's the deceitful weather. Will you heap
More guilt upon you by detaining me,
Like a cup taken after a full surfeit,
Even in contempt of health and heaven together?
What seek you?

HENGIST
Ransom for your liberty
As I shall like of, or you ne'er obtain 't.

VORTIGER
Here's a most headstrong, dangerous ambition.
Sow you the seeds of your aspiring hopes
In blood and treason, and must I pay for 'em?
Have not I rais'd you to this height?

HENGIST
My lord,
A work of mine own merit, since you enforce it.

VORTIGER
There's even the general thanks of all aspirers:
When they have all the honours kingdoms can impart,
They write above it still their own desert.

HENGIST
I have writ mine true, my lord.

VORTIGER
That's all their sayings.
Have I not rais'd your daughter to a queen?

VORTIGER
Oh, faithful treasure!
All my lost happiness is made up in thee.

Exit.

HORSUS
I'll follow you through the world to cuckold you;
That's my way now. Everyone has his toy
While he lives here: some men delight in building
A trick of Babel and will ne'er be left,
Some in consuming what was rais'd with toiling,
Hengist in getting honour, I in spoiling.

SIMON
Not yet, sayst thou?
How dar'st thou say not yet, and see me present?
Thou malapart clerk that's good for nothing but
To write and read! Is his loom seiz'd on?

[AMINADAB]
Yes,
And it like your worship, and sixteen yards of fustian.

SIMON
Good; let a yard be sav'd to mend me between the legs, the rest
cut in pieces and given to the poor: 'tis heretic fustian, and
should be burnt indeed, but being worn threadbare the shame will
be as great. How think you, neighbours?

GLOVER
Greater, methinks, the longer it is worn,
Where being once burnt it can be burn'd no more.

How now, sirrah?
What's he approaching here in dusty pumps
And greasy hair?

[AMINADAB]
A footman, sir, to the great King of Kent.

SIMON
The King of Kent? Shake him by the hand for me.
Footman, thou art welcome; lo, my deputy shakes thee:
Come when my year's out and I'll do't myself.
An't were a dog come from the King of Kent,
I keep those officers would shake him, I trow.
And what's the news with thee, [thou] well-stew'd footman?

FOOTMAN
The king my master--

SIMON
Ha?

FOOTMAN
With a few Saxons
Intends this night to make merry with you.

SIMON
Merry with me? I should be sorry else, fellow,
And take it in evil part, so tell Kent's king.
Why was I chosen mayor but that great men
Should make merry with me? There's a jest indeed;
Tell him I look'd for't, and me much he wrongs
If he forget Simon that cut out his thongs.

FOOTMAN
I'll run with your worship's answer.

Exit.

SIMON
[Do, I prithee.]
That fellow will be roasted against supper;
He's half enough already, his [brows] baste him.
The King of Kent! The king of Kirsendom
Shall not be better welcome to me,
For you must imagine now, neighbours, this is
The time that Kent stands out of Kirsendom,
For he that's king there now was never kirsen'd.
This for your more instruction I thought fit,
That when y'are dead you may teach your children wit.
Clerk!

[AMINADAB]
At your worship's elbow.

SIMON
I must turn you
From the hall to the kitchen tonight.
Give order that pigs be roasted yellow,
Nine geese, and some three larks for piddling meat,
But twenty woodcocks; I'll bid all my neighbours.
Give charge the mutton come in all blood-raw;
That's infidel meat! The King of Kent's a pagan,
And must be serv'd so. And let those officers
That seldom or never go to church bring 't in,
'Twill be well taken; run.

[Exit Aminadab.]

[To an officer] Come hither you now.
Take all the cushions down and thwack 'em soundly
After my feast of millers, for their buttocks
Has left a peck of flour in 'em; beat 'em carefully
O'er a bolting-hutch: there'll be enough
For a pan-pudding, as your dame will handle it.
Then put fresh water into both the bough-pots,
And burn a little juniper i' th' hall chimney;
Like a beast as I was, I piss'd out the fire last night
And never thought of the king's coming.

[Enter Aminadab.]

How now,
Return'd so quickly?

[AMINADAB]
Please your worship, there's a certain company of players.

SIMON
Ha, players!

[AMINADAB]
Country comedians, interluders, sir, [desire] your worship's leave
and favour to enact in the town hall.

SIMON
I' th' town hall? 'Tis ten to one I never grant it. Call 'em
before my worship. If my house will not serve their turn, I would
fain see the proudest he lend a barn to 'em.

SIMON
You are very [strong i' th'] wrists; and shall these good parts
y'are indued withal be cast away upon peddlers and maltmen?

FIRST CHEATER
For want of better company, and't please your worship.

SIMON
What think you of me, my masters? Have you audacity enough to
play before so high a person? Will not my countenance daunt you?
For if you play before me I shall often look at you; I give you
that warning beforehand. Take it not ill, my masters; I shall
laugh at you, and truly when I'm least offended with you: my humour
'tis, but be not you abash'd.

FIRST CHEATER
Sir, we have play'd before a lord ere now,
Though we be country actors.

SIMON
A lord? Ha, ha!
You'll find it a harder thing to please a mayor.

FIRST CHEATER
We have a play wherein we use a horse.

SIMON
Fellows, you use no horseplay in my house.
My rooms are rubb'd; keep it for hackney-men.

FIRST CHEATER
We will not offer 't to your worship, sir.

SIMON
Give me a play without a beast, I charge you.

SECOND CHEATER
That's hard. Without a cuckold or a drunkard?

SIMON
Oh, those beasts are often the best men i' th' parish, and must
not be kept out! But which is your merriest play now? That I
would hearken after.

SECOND CHEATER
Why, your worship shall hear the names all o'er and take your
choice.

SIMON
Faith, dress him how you will, I'll give him that gift he'll never
look half scurvily enough. Oh, the clowns that I have seen in
my time! The very peeping out of 'em would have made a young
heir laugh if his father had lain a-dying; a man undone in law
the day before, the saddest case that can be, might for his twopence
have burst himself with laughing and ended all his miseries.
Here was a merry world, my masters!
Some talk of things of state, of puling stuff;
There's nothing in a play to a clown's part,
If he have the grace to hit on't, that's the thing indeed:
The king shows well, but he sets off the king,
But not the King of Kent, I mean not so;
The king I mean is one I do not know.

SECOND CHEATER
Your worship speaks with safety, like a rich man,
And for your finding fault, our hope is greater,
Neither with him the clown nor me the cheater.

SIMON
No, no, he that's poison'd is always made privy to it;
That's one good order they have amongst 'em.

Shout.

What joyful throat is that, Aminadab?
What is the meaning of this cry?

[AMINADAB]
The rebel is ta'en.

SIMON
Oliver the puritan?

[AMINADAB]
Oliver, puritan and fustian weaver altogether.

SIMON
Fates, I thank you for this victorious day!
Bonfires of pease-straw burn; let the bells ring.

GLOVER
There's two a-mending, sir, you know they cannot.

SIMON
'Las, the tenor's broken; ring forth the treble.

Enter Oliver [guarded].

I'm overcloy'd with joy! Welcome, thou rebel.

OLIVER
I scorn thy welcome.

SIMON
Art thou yet so stout?
Wilt thou not stoop for grace? Then get thee out.

OLIVER
I was not born to stoop but to my loom;
That seiz'd upon, my stooping days are done.
In plain terms, if thou hast anything to say to me, send me away
quickly; this is no biding place. I understand there's players
in the house. Dispatch me, I charge thee, in the name of all
the brethren.

SIMON
Nay now, proud rebel, I will make thee stay,
And to thy greater torment see the play.

SIMON
Fellows in arms, quoth 'a? He may well call 'em fellows in arms,
for they are all out o' th' elbows.

FIRST CHEATER
Be lively, my heart, be lively; the booty's at hand. He's but
a fool of a yeoman's eldest son; he comes balanc'd on both sides,
bully: he's going to pay rent with th' one pocket, and buy household
stuff with th' other.

SECOND CHEATER
And if this be his last day, my chuck, he shall forfeit his lease,
quoth th' one pocket, and eat his meat i' th' old wooden platters,
quoth th' other.

SIMON
Faith, then he's not so wise as he ought to be if he let such
tatterdemalions get th' upper hand on him.

Enter Clown.

FIRST CHEATER
He comes, he comes.

SECOND CHEATER
Ay, but do you mark how he comes? Small to our comfort, with
both his hands in's pockets. How is't possible to pick a lock
when the key's o' th' inside o' th' door?

SIMON
Ay, here's the part now, neighbours, that carries away the play.
If the clown miscarry, farewell my hopes forever, the play's
spoil'd.

CLOWN
They say there's a foolish thing call'd cheaters abroad that will
gull any yeoman's son of his purse and laugh in's [face] like
an Irishman. I would fain meet with one of those cheaters; I'm
in as good state to be gull'd now as ever I was in my life, for
I have two purses at this time about me, and I'd fain be acquainted
with that rascal that would but take one of 'em now.

SIMON
Faith, thou mayst be acquainted with two or three that will do
their good wills I warrant you.

SIMON
Oh, neighbours, I begin to be sick to see
This fool so cozen'd; I would make the case mine own.

CLOWN
Still would I fain meet with this thing call'd cheaters.

SIMON
A whoreson coxcomb! They have met with thee!
I can endure him no longer with patience.

CLOWN
Oh, my rent, my whole year's rent!

SIMON
A murrain on you!
This makes us landlords stay so long
Without our money.

CLOWN
The cheater[s] have been here!

SIMON
A scurvy hobby-horse, that could not leave his money with me,
having such a charge about him! A pox on thee for an ass! Thou
play a clown? I will commit thee for offering on't. Officer,
away with him.

GLOVER
What means your worship? Why, you'll spoil the play, sir.

SIMON
Before the King of Kent shall be thus serv'd,
I'll play the clown myself. Away with him!

CLOWN
With me? An't please your worship, 'twas my part.

SIMON
But 'twas as foolish a part as ever thou play'd'st in thy life,
and I'll make thee smoke for't. I'll teach thee to understand
to play a clown, thou shalt know; every man is not born to't.
Look thee, away with him quickly,

GLOVER
Fie, good sir, come away.
Will your worship base yourself to play a clown?

SIMON
Away, brother, 'tis not good to scorn anything: a man does not
know what he may come to; everyone knows his ending but not his
beginning. Proceed, varlet, do thy worst, I defy thee!

SECOND CHEATER
I beseech your worship let's have our own clown; I know not how
to go forward else.

SIMON
Knave, play out thy part with me or I'll lay thee by the heels
all the days of thy life else. Why, how now, my masters, who's
that laugh'd now? Cannot a man of worship play the clown a little
for his pleasure but he must be laugh'd at? Do you know who I
am? Is the king's deputy of no better accompt amongst you? Was
I chosen to be laugh'd at? Where's my clerk?

[AMINADAB]
Here, an't please your worship.

SIMON
Take a note of all those that laugh at me, that when I have done
I may commit 'em. Let me see who dares do't now. And now to
you once again, sir cheater; look you, here's my purse-strings,
I defy thee.

SECOND CHEATER
Good sir, tempt me not; my part is so written that I should cheat
your worship and you were my father.

SIMON
I should have much joy to have such a rascal to my son.

SECOND CHEATER
Therefore I beseech your worship pardon me; the part has more
knavery than when your worship saw it first. I assure you you'll
be deceiv'd in't, sir; the new additions will take any man's purse
in Kent or Kirsendom.

SECOND CHEATER
Say you so? Then there's for you, and here's for me then.

[Throws meal in his face, takes his purse, and exit.]

SIMON
Oh, bless me, neighbours, I am in a fog,
A cheater's fog! I can see nobody!

GLOVER
Run, follow him, officers!

[Exeunt Aminadab and officers.]

SIMON
Away, let him go! He'll have all your purses, and he come back.
A pox on your new additions! They spoil all the plays that ever
they come in; the old way had no such roguery in't, I remember.
Call you this a merry comedy, when as a man's eyes are put out?
Brother Honeysuckle.

BRAZIER
What says your sweet worship?

SIMON
I make you my deputy to rule the town till I can see again, which
I hope will be within nine days at furthest. Nothing grieves
me but that I hear Oliver the rebel laugh at me. Pox on your
puritan face! This will make you in love with plays ever hereafter;
we shall not keep you from 'em now.

SIMON
Neighbours, what colour is the rascal's dust he threw in my face?

GLOVER
'Tis meal, an't please your worship.

SIMON
Meal? I'm glad on't; I'll hang the miller for selling on't.

GLOVER
Nay, ten to one the cheater never bought it;
He stole it certainly.

SIMON
Why, then I'll hang the cheater for stealing on't, and the miller
for being out of the way when he did it.

FELLMONGER
Ay, but your worship was in the fault yourself;
You bade him do his worst.

SIMON
His worst? That's true,
But he has done his best, the rascal, for I know not how a villain
could put out a man's eyes better, and leave 'em in's head, than
he has done.

Enter clerk [Aminadab].

[AMINADAB]
Where's my master's worship?

SIMON
How now, Aminadab? I hear thee though I see thee not.

[AMINADAB]
Y'are sure cozen'd, sir; they are all cheaters professed! They
have stol'n three silver spoons too, and the clown took his heels
with all celerity; they only take the name of country comedians
to abuse simple people with a printed play or two they bought
at Canterbury last week for sixpence, and which is worst, they
speak but what they list on't and fribble out the rest.

SIMON
Here's no abuse to th' commonwealth,
If a man could see to look into't!
But mark the cunning of these cheating slaves:
First they make justice blind, then play the knaves.

Enter Hengist.

GLOVER
'Od's precious brother, the King of Kent's new lighted!

SIMON
The King of Kent? Where is he, where is he?
Oh, that I should live to this day, and yet
Not live to see to bid him welcome!

SIMON
Faith, practising a clown's part for your grace
I have practis'd both mine eyes out.

HENGIST
What need you practise that?

SIMON
A man's never too old to learn; your grace will say so when you
hear all the villainy. The truth 'tis, my lord, I meant to have
been merry, and now 'tis my luck to weep water and oatmeal; but
I shall see again at supper-time, I make no doubt on't.

AURELIUS
So fortify'd? Let wildfire ruin it,
That his destruction may appear to him
I' th' figure of heaven's wrath at the last day,
That murtherer of our brother! Haste away;
I'll send my heart no peace till 't be consum'd.

Vortiger, Horsus on the walls.

UTHER
There he appears again; behold, my lord.

AURELIUS
Oh, that the zealous fire on my soul's altar,
To the high birth of virtue consecrated,
Would fit me with a [lightning] now to blast him
Even as I look upon him!

UTHER
Good my lord,
Your anger is too noble and too precious
To waste [itself] on guilt so foul as his;
Let ruin work her will.

HORSUS
Do what you will, sir; question 'em again,
I'll tell 'em over to you.

VORTIGER
Not so, sir;
I will not have 'em told again.

HORSUS
It rests then.

VORTIGER
That's an ill word put in, when thy heart knows
There is no rest at all but torment-making.

HORSUS
True, my heart finds it, that sits weeping blood now
For poor Roxena's safety. You'll confess, my lord,
My love to you has brought me to this danger?
I could have liv'd like Hengist, King of Kent,
And London, York, Lincoln, and Winchester
Under the power of my command, the portion
Of my most [just] desert; it fell to't, enjoy'd now
By lesser deservers.

VORTIGER
Say you so, sir,
And you'll confess? Since you begin confession,
A thing I should have died before I'd thought on:
I'm out of your love's debt; i' th' [same] condition,
Y'have marred the fashion of your affection utterly
In your own wicked counsel. There you paid me;
You could not but in conscience love me afterward.
You were bound to do't, as men in honesty
That vitiate virgins to give dowries to 'em:
My faith was pure before to faithful woman.

HORSUS
My lord, my counsel--

VORTIGER
'Tis the map now spread
That shows me all my miseries and discovers
Strange newfound ruin to me; all these objects
That in a dangerous ring circle my safety
Are yours and of your fashioning.

HORSUS
Death mine!
Extremity breeds the wildness of a desert
Into your soul, and since y'have lost your thankfulness,
Which is the noblest part in king or subject:
My counsel do't!

VORTIGER
Why, I'll be judg'd by those
That knit [death] in their brows, and think me now
Not worthy the acception of a flattery;
Most of those faces smil'd when I smil'd once.
My lords!

UTHER
Reply not, brother.

VORTIGER
Seeds of scorn,
I mind you not; I speak to those alone
Whose force makes yours a power, which else were none.
Show me the main food of your hate, my lords,
Which cannot be the murder of Constantius
That crawls in [your] revenges, for your love
Was violent long since that.

GENTLEMAN
And had been still,
If from that [pagan] woman thou'dst slept free;
But when thou fledd'st from heaven, we fled from thee.

VORTIGER
May thunder strike me from these walls, my lords,
And leave me many leagues off from your eyes,
If this be not the man whose Stygian soul
Breath'd forth that counsel to me, and sole plotter
Of all these false, injurious disgraces
That have abus'd the virtuous patience
Of our religious queen.

HORSUS
A devil in madness!

VORTIGER
Upon whose life, I swear, there sticks no stain
But what's most wrongful, and where now she thinks
A rape dwells on her honour, only I
Her ravisher was, and his the policy.

AURELIUS
Inhuman practice!

VORTIGER
Now you know the truth,
Will his death serve your fury?

HORSUS
Mine? My death?

VORTIGER
Will't do't?

HORSUS
What if it would?

VORTIGER
Say, will it do't?

HORSUS
Say they should say it would.

VORTIGER
Why, then it must.

HORSUS
It must?

VORTIGER
It shall; speak but the words, my lord,
He shall be yielded up.

HORSUS
I yielded up?
My lords, believe him not; he cannot do't.

VORTIGER
Cannot?

HORSUS
'Tis but a false and base insinuation
For his own life, and like his late submission.

ROXENA
Oh, for succour!
Who's near me? Help me, save [me], the flame follows me!
It's the figure of poor [Vortimer] the prince,
Whose life I took by poison.

VORTIGER
I'll tug out
Thy soul here.

HORSUS
Do, monster!

ROXENA
Vortiger!

VORTIGER
Monster!

ROXENA
My lord!

VORTIGER
Slave!

ROXENA
Horsus, Horsus!

HORSUS
Murderer!

ROXENA
My lord!

VORTIGER
Toad, pagan!

HORSUS
Viper, Christian!

ROXENA
Hear me, help me!
My love, my lord, I'm scorch'd! What, all in blood?
Oh, happy men, that ebb shows you're near falling.
Have you chose that way yourselves rather to die
By your own swords than feel fire's keener torment
And will not kill me that most needs that pity?
Captain, my lord, send me some speedier death
And one less painful; I have a woman's sufferings.
Oh, think upon't! Go not away so easily
And leave the harder conflict to my weakness.
Most wretched! I'm not worth so much destruction
As would destroy me quickly. And turn back?
I cannot. Oh, 'tis here, my lord, 'tis here!
Horsus, look up, if not to succour me,
To see me yet consum'd. Oh, what is love
When life is not regarded?

ROXENA
No way to 'scape? Is this the end of glory?
Doubly beset with enemy's wrath and fire!
See, for an arm of lust, I'm now embrac'd
With one that will destroy me, where I read
The horror of dishonest actions, guile,
And dissemblance. It comes nearer now, rivers
And fountains fall; tears were now a blessing.
It sucks away my breath; I cannot give
A curse to sin and hear't out while I live.
Oh, help, help, help!

VORTIGER
Burn, burn; now I can tend thee.
Take time with her in torments, call her life
Afar off to thee, dry up her strumpet blood
And hardly parch the skin; let one heat strangle her,
Another fetch her to her sense again,
And the worst pain be only her reviving!
Follow her eternally; give her not o'er
But in a bitter shape. I shall be cold
Before thy rage reach me. Oh, mystical harlot!
Thou hast thy full due, whom lust crown'd queen before
Flames crown her [now] for a triumphant whore,
And that end crowns 'em all.

Falls.

AURELIUS
Our peace is full now
In yon usurper's fall, nor have I known
A judgment meet more fearfully.
Here, take this ring, deliver the good queen
And those grave pledges of her injur'd honour,
Her worthy father and her noble uncle,
Too long, too much abus'd, whose clear-ey'd fames
I reverence with respect to holiness due,
A spotless name being sanctity now in few.

[Trumpets sound.]

How now, my lords! The meaning of these sounds?

[Enter] Devonshire, Stafford, leading Hengist prisoner.

HENGIST
The consumer has been here; she's gone, she's lost,
In glowing cinders now lie all my joys!
The headlong fortune of my rash captivity
Strikes not so fierce a wound into my hopes
As thy dear loss.

DEVONSHIRE
My lord, to make that plain which now I see
Fix'd in astonishment: the only name
Of your return and being brought such gladness
To this distracted kingdom, that, to express
A thankfulness to heaven, it grew great
In charitable actions, from which goodness
We tasted liberty that lay engag'd
Upon the innocence of woman's honour,
A kindness that even threat'ned to undo us;
And having newly but enjoy'd the benefit
And fruits of our enlargement, 'twas our happiness
To intercept this monster of ambition,
Bred in these times of usurpation,
The rankness of whose insolence and treason
Grew to such height, 'twas arm'd to bid you battle,
Whom, as our fames' redemption, on our knees
We present captiv'd.

AURELIUS
I understand not your desert till now, my lords.
Is this that German Saxon whose least thirst
Could not be satisfied under a province?

HENGIST
Had but my fate directed this bold arm
To thy life, the whole kingdom had been mine,
That was my hope's great aim; I have a thirst
Could never have been full quench'd under all:
The whole land must, or nothing.

AURELIUS
A strange drouth!
And what a little ground shall death now teach you
To be content withal!

AURELIUS
My lords, the best requital yet we give you
Is a fair inward joy. Speak to your fames
Glories unblemish'd, for the queen your daughter
Lives firm in honour, neither by consent
Or act [of] violence stain'd, as her grief judges;
'Twas her own lord abus'd her honest fear,
Whose ends sham'd him, only to make her clear.

DEVONSHIRE
Had your grace given a kingdom for a gift
[It] had not been so welcome.

Enter Castiza, a Gentleman.

AURELIUS
Here she comes
Whose virtues I must reverence.

CASTIZA
[Kneeling] Oh, my lord,
I kneel a wretched woman.

AURELIUS
[Raising her] Arise with me,
Great in true joy and honour.

HENGIST
This sight splits me;
It brings Roxena's ruin to my memory.

CASTIZA
My lord, it is too great a joy for life.

AURELIUS
'Tis truth, and that I know you ever joy'd in,
His end confess'd it.

CASTIZA
Are you return'd, soul's comforts?

AURELIUS
Nay, to approve thy pureness to posterity,
The fruitful hopes of a fair, peaceful kingdom
Here will I plant.

CASTIZA
Too worthless are my merits.

AURELIUS
There speaks thy modesty, and to the firmness
Of truth's plantation in this land forever,
Which always groans under some curse without it,
As I begin my rule with the destruction
Of this ambitious pagan, so shall all
With his adulterate faith distain'd and soil'd
Either turn Christians, die, or live exil'd.

[RAYNULPH]
For story of truth compact
I choose these times, these men to act,
As careful now to make you glad
As this were the first day they play'd;
And though some that give none their due
Please to mistake 'em, do not you,
Whose censures have been ever kind:
We hope 'tis good, but if we find
Your grace and love by pleas'd signs understood,
We cease to hope, for then we know 'tis good.

Exit. Music.

FINIS
HENGIST, KING OF KENT

Seventeenth-century texts of Hengist, King of Kent, are
the quarto edition of 1661 and two manuscripts, referred to as
the Lambarde and Portland manuscripts. Because the manuscripts
are more authoritative (copies by the same scribe made from a
prompt-book) and contain a fuller text than Q (apparently the
product of some censorship), they are more suitable as copy-texts,
the Lambarde being the more preferable in terms of versification
of the poetry, as well as grammatical construction. Nevertheless,
Q often corrects and supplies missing words for L and P (which
I've indicated with "om." for "omission"),
and with P supplies missing words and letters where L has been
severely cropped to fit its binding (which I have not listed).
Of the few available editions of the play, R. C. Bald's
edition of 1938 is indispensable and scholarly thorough: serious work with Hengist begins there.

For his play about post-Roman Britain, Middleton drew upon Fabyan's
Chronicle of 1559 and Holinshed's History of England
of 1587.

The Kingston Brooch (8.4 cm. diameter), set with garnets and lapis lazuli, was discovered on Kingston Down, Kent and dates from the 7th century.
Dramatis Personae

Chorus: "The rhymed choruses and the two songs in
the play are written in the rather stilted and artificial complimentary
style which Middleton adopted for his civic shows and entertainments,
and which is easily distinguishable from the more direct and natural
style of his plays" (Bald). The rhymed couplets in iambic
tetrameter and the occasional archaic spelling are meant to evoke
the antique style of earlier chroniclers; cf. Gower in Pericles.

RAYNULPH: Raynulph Higden (d. 1364), Benedictine monk in
the Abbey of St. Werburg, Chester. The Polychronicon,
largely a compilation of others' writings, was a historical account
of the world from the Creation to his own present time.

HORSUS: Spelled Hersus in the text and Hers. in
the speech prefixes, although spelled Horsus in the d.p. I have
preferred this more traditional spelling.

LUPUS and GERMANUS: St. Germain (378?-448), Bishop of Auxerre,
is supposed to have visited Britain in 429 and 447, accompanied
by Lupus, who was also canonized, in order to combat the spread
of Pelagianism, which denied the doctrine of Original Sin, and
asserted that of their own free will humans are capable of good
without the assistance of the grace of God.

CASTIZA: Her name means chaste; cf. the Castizas in The
Phoenix and The Revenger's Tragedy. According to Bromham
and Bruzzi's The Changeling and the Years of Crisis, 1619-1624
(1990), which examines the politic subtexts of Middleton's later
plays, she may be seen to represent the Church of England in her
rejection by Vortiger (read James I) and his embracing of Roxena,
the "foreign invader" (read Church of Rome). Also cf.
Margot Heinemann's Puritanism and Theatre: TM and Opposition
Drama under the Early Stuarts (1980).

fustian: thick, twilled cotton and flax cloth; the word
became an adjective describing speech full of inflated, high-sounding
words and phrases, which Simon puns on when he alludes to Oliver's
"fustian fume"

FELLMONGER: a dealer in animal skins and hides, especially
sheepskins, and sometimes wool. Feltmonger (Q), but as Bald explains,
"the N.E.D., however, does not record the word, and
the usual term for a maker of and dealer in felt was 'felter."
The precise nature of his occupation is clarified by the note
below.

GENTLEMEN: The various unnamed gentlemen in this play include:
1) two gentlemen in Constantius's court, whose ambitious characters
distinguish them from the other gentlemen and are comic foils
for Constantius, 2) one from Vortiger's court in II.ii and II.iii,
and who has sided with Aurelius in V.ii, 3) the "Gentleman
Saxon" identified as such in L, who appears in II.iii, III.iii,
IV.iii, and V.i, and 4) one who escorts Castiza onto the stage
in V.ii but has no lines.

[Villains]: the murderers of Constantius; like Vortimer,
they appear only in a dumb show.

Cheaters: in Thieves' Cant, those who win money by false
dice; cf. The Roaring Girl V.i. Although only two Cheaters
besides the Clown have lines, there are likely to be more of them,
especially if they are posing as a troupe of players. Variations
between L and Q call attention to this issue: In L, the Second
Cheater's first line in The Cheater and the Clown and Simon's
subsequent remark refer to the plural "fellows in arms";
in Q it is singular.

round, fair ring: Even though the quarto title page states
that Hengist was performed at the Blackfriars Theatre, this reference
suggests a public theater, and the King's Men, who owned the play,
performed at both Blackfriars and the Globe.

general: i.e., of the general populace, as in Julius
Caesar II.i. Vortiger has cleverly put the two concepts of
peace--Constantius's religious inner harmony and the civil welfare
of the kingdom--in opposition, making Constantius's retreat from
the temporal world seem ironically selfish.

You may even at this instant: i.e., "Place the crown
on his head now."

laws still ending and yet never done: "A reference,
presumably, not to Acts of Parliament, like the later Mutiny Act,
but to proclamations and ordinances of the Privy Council, which
were to take effect for a limited period only, but which were
constantly renewed and extended" (Bald).

sing under the burthen: sink under the burthen (Q), which
prompts Bullen in the following line to emend "recovered"
to "recover't", which is not illogical; but the true
of sense of "Yet well recovered" is "but all is
not lost," i.e., Vortiger, temporarily frustrated in that
Constantius has declined to turn the cares of government over
to him, now comes up with the alternate plan of "vexing authority
from him." Q's variant also dismisses the pun on "burthen,"
or burdoun, the low undersong or accompaniment, which was sung
while the leading voice sang a melody (cf. The Witch V.ii,
As You Like It III.ii, The Two Gentlemen of Verona
I.ii), or else the refrain or chorus of a song, a set of words
recurring at the end of each verse (cf. The Tempest I.ii).

Fortune is discovered...full of lots: Bald cites
Ovid's account of the goddess Fortune's modus operandi:
when she was consulted as an oracle, tablets were drawn from a
chest at random and given as the answer. Click here for the Elizabethan/Jacobean symbolism of Fortune.

enormity: quantity, surplus. Probably a reference to the
glut of English dyed wool cloth in the late 1610's, after foreign
countries banned its importation to retaliate against England's
own ban on exporting undyed cloth to be dyed overseas.

Pastures rise to twopence an acre: "I cherished a
hope for a short time that this passage might also help to throw
some light on the date of the play, but reference to J. E. Thorold
Roger's History of Agriculture and Prices in England soon
showed how scantly are the surviving data for forming any conclusions
as to the fluctuations in pastoral rents at this period"
(Bald).

royal deer: deer that escaped a hunt led by a king or queen;
hunting dogs were traditionally given the deer's entrails as a
reward, but only if it didn't escape, of course

sends it home into my blood with vantage: The image is
from tennis; Constantius returns Vortiger's volley with added
force.

A deep pride hallowed over, love of ease: After this line
in L are pen strokes, and what has been cropped can be supplied
by P: Brigs/Robert str/Blackson. Little or no information is
know about these actors, Robert Briggs, Robert Stratton, and Blackson
(spelled Blaxon in a manuscript of Every Man in His Humour),
and so this does not help to date Hengist. This is a direction
for these actors to prepare to enter in the dumb show. Click here to view the ms. page.

book: Bromham and Bruzzi note the political symbolism
behind the books in this play. Constantius's book and the one
Castiza carries represent the Bible; Hengist's book, the one Vortiger
forces upon Castiza ("Lady, you that delight in virgins'
stories..."), represents Catholic writings, especially those
dealing with the doctrine of the Virgin Mary.

cut and slash'd: Cutwork was embroidery used mainly for
trimming cloths. The slash was a vertical slit in a garment that
exposed the lining or the garment underneath in order to contrast
the colors; cf. the "slash-me" style in The Old Law
II.i.

giggets: Originally a leg or haunch of mutton, later a
small slice of it; here it refers to the small stripes or panes
in clothing.

a pin a day doubled...small wares: alluding to a numerical
puzzle of geometric progression, in which a sum is doubled, then
doubled again, and so on until a very small amount has quickly
turned into a very large one

There's the fruits...nor food: "The sentiment of these
lines is a modern, not an Elizabethan, one, and, as far as I know,
this expression of it is unique in Elizabethan and Jacobean literature.
It would be interesting to know for certain whether the omission
in Q of [these lines] was originally due to the censor" (Bald).

A virgin's right hand...ease straight: cf. the test of
virginity in The Changeling IV.i, IV.ii. Bald is probably
correct that of the two, the scenes in The Changeling are
more farcical, but the practice that Horsus has adopted merely
to periodically confirm Roxena's chastity is pitiably ludicrous.

stomachers: "An ornamental, detachable shield worn
over the abdomen under the doublet or kirtle body to fill the
front opening in these garments. It was made over a foundation
of pasteboard, or was stiffened by busks" (Linthicum).

Sirrah: This form of address for servants was sometimes
used for women.

Exeunt and enter again: Clearly the actors left
at one door and entered at another to indicate that Castiza has
been carried from the palace grounds and taken by coach to the
country. (L) marks no change in scene, and traditionally in such
cases none is marked because the subject of the action remains
unchanged, but as in The Changeling just before Piracquo's
murder, I have marked a new scene to indicate the change in location
and the passage of time. (Q) omits the stage direction. Obviously,
Castiza's gag has been removed in the meantime.

[callymoocher]: (Q); Callimoother (L,P). "This is
apparently a nonce word; at any rate, no other example of its
use was known to the compilers of the N.E.D. There it
is defined as 'a raw cadger, a greenhorn,' and a possible relationship
with 'moucher,' a loafer, is suggested. Halliwell, in his Dictionary
of Archaic and Provincial Words, is still more vague, and
writes: 'A term of reproach. It is probably connected with micher'"
(Bald).

cittern: an instrument somewhat like the guitar, with a
flat soundbox, strung with wire strings, and played with a pick
or quill

they have any breeding, as commonly they are well brought up:
"The devil is a gentleman" was proverbial. "Various
phrases in Simon's speech on the Seven Deadly Sins suggest a conventional
visual representation of them. For example, they were doubtless
to be found portrayed in old wall paintings in churches. They
were also used as a tapestry design..." (Bald).

[Hengist and Roxena...book.]: What Middleton intended
to happen at this point is difficult to say, although it is clear
that 1) Hengist and Roxena continue to talk inaudibly on stage
(overhearing and commenting to one another about Vortiger's scheme,
I assume), 2) Vortiger and Horsus do not realize they are there,
and 3) Hengist at some point positions himself to appear to have
fallen asleep over a book. Bald asserts that Roxena would have
exited shortly after the entrance of Vortiger and Horsus, and
in general s.d.'s indicating exits are often omitted, but there
is no reason for her not to overhear the rest of the scene.

ember week: Weeks which contain days of fasting and prayer,
called "ember days," are the Wednesday/Friday/Saturday
following the first Sunday in Lent, Whitsunday, Holy Cross Day
(September 14), and St. Lucia's Day (December 13); cf. The
Old Law III.i, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's Epi.

[, a mace and a sword before him]: (Q); the sword
and mace were symbols of high office and used in formal ceremonies;
cf. A Mad World, My Masters III.ii, The Old Law
V.i, Anything for a Quiet Life III.ii, The Roaring Girl
III.iii. "Parodies of the crudity of rustic shows and symbolism
such as this scene contains occur elsewhere in the drama of the
period, as in Munday's John a Kent and John a Cumber"
(Bald).

[wood] in this: would in this (L,P), wild in this (Q),
in this wild (Dyce). Bald adopts Dyce's emendation, but "wood"
could easily have been confused with "would" and is
consistent with the speech's imagery.

She shall accept this oath...lands and honours: (Q); om.
(L,P). At the end of Devonshire's speech, the transcriber's eye
seems to have caught the similar words at the end of Vortiger's
speech and continued from there, omitting these lines.

As great substance...true as those: a series of metaphors:
i.e., that just as it takes much less gold than other metal to
reach a certain price, and that just as a small watch tells time
as effectively as a large church clock, so in their hidden hands
(as opposed to the ones extended in friendship) should lie just
as much destruction as if they had openly encountered Vortiger
with swords drawn.

Babel: in Genesis xi.1-9, the high tower built to reach
heaven. God punished its builders by changing their language
into new and different languages, after which they could not understand
one another and left the tower unfinished.

The Whirligig, The Whibble, Carwidgen: Whibble is
a variant of quibble, i.e., a pun or equivocation. Carwidgen
is a variant of carwitchet, i.e., a hoaxing question or conundrum.
"There has been some discussion over this list of plays,
especially as to whether or no Fletcher's Wildgoose Chase
is referred to.... Since nothing is known of the original date
of Fletcher's play beyond the fact that it was acted at Court
in 1621, it is impossible to decide. Dyce also mentions that
'Taylor, the water-poet, in the preface to Sir Gregory Nonsense'
(1622) alludes to a book called Woodcock of our side, but,
he adds, 'perhaps he merely invented the title, for the expression
was proverbial.' Certainly no one has ever found evidence pointing
to the existence of plays bearing any of the other titles mentioned,
although a play called Cupid's Whirligig has survived.
The list seems, on the whole, to be a purely fanciful one, particularly
for giving plays catch titles which afforded no clue as to their
plots." A similarly fictional list is mentioned in Histriomastix
II.i, but one in Sir Thomas More IV.i "consists largely
of real plays, and seems to represent a genuine attempt...to achieve
historical accuracy" (Bald).

the flame follows me: "It is clear, not only from
this and other speeches of Roxena...but also from the speech of
Aurelius at the beginning of the scene and from Vortiger's dying
speech...that one of the attractions of the play must have been
the startling display of fireworks with which it concluded"
(Bald). Again, symbolically, Roxena cannot escape the consequences
of her own lust.

For none else can; y'have nam'd the only way: After this
line, Q concludes the play as follows:

To limit my ambition, a full cure
For all my fading hopes and sickly fears;
Nor shall it be less welcome to me now
Than a fresh acquisition would have been
Unto my new-built kingdoms. Life to me,
'Less it be glorious, is a misery.

AURELIUS
That pleasure we will do you. Lead him out,
And when we have inflicted our just doom
On his usurping head, it will become
Our pious care to see this realm secur'd
From the convulsions it hath long endur'd.

Exeunt omnes.

The significant difference is, of course, the omission of Aurelius's
betrothal to Castiza, which from Bromham and Bruzzi's perspective
reinforces the kingdom's allegiance to the Church of England.